GET OFF MY LAWN ☆ returning child

[deimos]

He had, indeed, turned to leave. His paws locked on the ground, and he froze as his name was called. Ears twitched, his tufted hair waving a bit before settling as the wind died down. His eyes darkened a bit, the words swimming in his ears. Aurum. He inhaled sharply, then sighed, lowering his head, before turning, looking towards Aurum. Ocean blue eyes settled on the tigon's, hurt, and it was visible. He looked towards his father, then back towards Aurum, and he barely managed to speak, trying to ignore the war between the two of them.

"Aurum." He greeted, weakly, before continuing in his speech. "You never looked for me." He was an adolescent of many words, but they escaped him now. Very, very quickly escaped him. He stared at Aurum, his shoulders tensing up, before looking towards his father. "It's okay. He won't do anything now." He managed softly, turning his head away. He didn't want to talk, it appeared, by the tenseness in his shoulders.

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