WEEK 3: CYOA (Alyssa, Hansa, Hilda, Emet-Selch)

[retellers]

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[arkitect]

I will make it less entertaining for you, if I must.

[is it an empty threat, fuck around and find out.

he pauses slightly as they both ask, though, glancing between them, and finally relents.]

-yes, I have. Two sons, a grandson... and a great-grandson, I believe.

[a slight furrow of his brow, there, as he answers, like he has to focus on those details. he'll keep kaiza covered as they walk.]

[retellers]

[ the parents are fiiiiiiighting

Though Kaiza peers up at Emet-Selch. ]

Wow. You're really old.

[robopriest]

He's super old. But with great age comes great wisdom! He's seen way more than I have.

[hansa internally: is this like a may-december romance parent thing]

That's a big family, though. I hope they at least write you cards for Father's Day, Emet-Selch.

[arkitect]

Yes, yes, an astute observation.

[he's ancient, he isn't going to complain about being called old when he absolutely is? but he will be this way about it.]

But no, I would not expect any of them to write.

[retellers]

[ Well, Kaiza just gives Emet-Selch a concerned look because that sounds? sad? ]

[robopriest]

[Just. Looks from Kaiza to Emet-Selch. Yeah, fellow dad, that does...sound sad.]

...Well. Even if your own children don't write you, Kaiza would be happy to write you and make cards for you! Right, Kaiza?

[arkitect]

-they simply live too far.

[don't give him that look, child. kaiza is not being told the truth... he just waves a hand, with a sigh.]

But I suppose you may, if you choose to.

[retellers]

[ Because Kaiza is still young and not quite in his rebellious teenage phase, he nods. ]

Yeah, sure. I'll do all that.

[ But speaking of the passage of time... ]