05-14-2018, 11:35 PM
STARK F.
MALE — SNOWBOUNDER — HOVER FOR TAGS
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The only parent Stark ever had was his mother and his father was mainly out of his life, so, when he had became a father well it wasn't easy but he had felt that powerful parental love towards his own children when he had brought them to the clan. He regretted that he had never been the father that Licoricetwist could be proud of or let alone boast about, he supposed that was his own fault for putting leadership in front of his own family or possibly the fact he didn't know how to be a proper parent. He had made mistakes and well, his son had never forgiven him for it so most of his nightmares consisted of his own kid staring down at him as he fell into the abyss. The memory of it made his body shudder momentarily though he'd say setting down his mug of coffee "Heh, it's pretty chilly outside. . ." Then again he wasn't much to complain since his species did pretty well in this type of environment, he liked Snowbound. It reminded him of an icey getaway from all his past problems. He turned his head to some of the stuff he had started working on and well, he had found a broken cassette player that he was taking the time to fix. He thought that music was nice even if his taste in music was quite old but it was more preferred than the newer things that kids were listening to nowadays.
Then it made him wonder. Killua and him usually poked fun at each other but the servalline just wanted to talk to him and the second bit didn't seem very reassuring. He picked up his mug again feeling some sort of anxiety pulsating through him as he took another drink of coffee to wash it down and he would slowly ask in his own calm tone with a non-existent eyebrow raised in inquiry "So what did you want to talk to me about, kid?" It must have been important if he didn't tell him in public where everyone else was at or normally were that is and this was the very first time Killua had even stepped into his "workshop". Very important. Stark's curved ears would angle forward still holding onto his mug of coffee and taking a deep breath as his gaze softened a bit trying to piece together what could have been said that Killua was here. Surely he hadn't said something that the servalline had taken to offense? No, the boy wouldn't be so calm about this. He searched Killua's expression for any hints but there didn't seem to be any that he could pick out at the time and he would try remember their interactions clearly. Wait. Was it? Clearly that couldn't be the reason why Killua was here. . . Was it? He took another swig from his coffee keeping calm despite the mane around his throat being a bit ruffled.