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Who: Orphaner Dualscar and YOU!
Where: Wandering about the city. I haven't gotten old Douchefin out and about in a while.
When:Style: Starting with prose, but I'm fine with following your lead
Status: Open!

[It has been so many sweeps since he's simply been able to walk around without a care in the world.

Despite himself, he has to admit that he's becoming comfortable here. He hasn't seen the Grand Highblood in a little while, though he's well-aware of his proximity when he's at his hive at Ordo. He has a moirail who seems to be doing a good job of keeping him calm and stable, not to mention a kismesis to keep him entertained. The emotional hurts of various romantic failures have lost their sting.

He's turned to other pursuits now, and has picked up reading again, and watching television, and even swimming for the pure pleasure of it. It seems as though even the threat of sea monsters is not one that will arrive any time soon.

He picks up an ice cream at a vendor and wanders along, nibbling at it delicately with his sharp teeth. It's a vice that he's picked up here, and he loves the sweetness and the biting cold of it.

Feel free to bother him. He's in such a terribly good mood]

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I'm not surprised, from what I've heard, if he's not used to having an adult to look up to, especially not one with such a commanding air.

Right, wwell that's normal for our kind. [He preens a bit, though, at her description.] Anywway, I'll just havve to keep wworkin' on him.

[ That pride is very unbecoming, though her gentle tone doesn't falter. ]

Working on him?

Yes. I'll just havve to convvince him that it's in his best interest to open up to me.

[ Her pace slows a little, and she's quiet for a moment, breaking up the silence with giving a little attention to her ice cream. When she finally speaks up again, her voice is much quieter. ]

Would you mind all that much if I were to offer you some advice?

You may. [He says this willingly, his tone calm] Though I wwill not promise to followw it.

Do with it what you will, but I have been mother to countless thousands. I have had children of every disposition imaginable, so I do think I can say this with confidence: a child is not an object, not something to be worked on or trained into being open. If what you wish is to cultivate a parental bond with your young descendent, then you would do well to cease considering him as a prize.

[ Stern, but not angry-- she manages to at least deliver her words with an even tone. ]

Be gentle with him. Convince him that you are worth respecting, and work with him to cultivate a bond. I think you'll find that working with him rather than against him will result in a much more satisfying relationship. If that is what you're aiming for, that is.

[Dualscar's fins flick back in surprise at this little speech. He remains silent for a moment, nibbling on his ice cream and pondering what she said. Does he even want to cultivate a parental bond with Eridan? He's not even sure what that means, exactly - that Dualscar would be some kind of lusus to him, but that's just weird.

No, that's not what he wants. Though he's not entirely sure what he wants. He just wants to explore this relationship, an entirely unique one in his experience, and find out what it's like.

But overall, he finds her advice presumptuous. She has assumed a lot from a few words, and he glances at her sidelong, eyes narrowed slightly.]

I havve no desire to wwork against him, nor to harm him, if that's wwhat you're wworried about.

[ The reponse she gets isn't entirely comforting, but she knows that there is little room for her to insist further on the matter. Time and patience will show what's to come, and she'll have to trust that her intuition is off. His words, though, as specific as they were... ]

I have no impressions that you would harm him. Not intentionally. I was only saying as much for your sake just as well as his.

He's far from a prize. [Dualscar waves dismissively] I don't knoww wwhat he is, yet, nor do I havve expectations. Particularly not a bein' his guardian. He has a lusus for that, and trolls don't raise their young like other species do.

[ There he goes again. But she can't find it, and she wouldn't dream to. Different cultures, she supposes. Still, she has to wonder... ]

Then you would not mind my taking him under wing, as it were?