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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Some time after being told that the grandnephew and namesake of a version of him turned into a spider and ate people, Mordred's sitting at his normal table.

Sharpening his sword.

It's making him feel somewhat better.

Fucking Milliways.

[ooc: lunch calls, will be back soon. Back!]

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[cywyllog]

"No." He shakes his head, and then grins. "Maybe."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He reaches out, and taps his little not'son's nose with a longer finger.

"Maybe silly is a good thing."

[cywyllog]

Naturally, there are giggles in response.

"Tada silly."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred grins.

"Sometimes, boyo."

[cywyllog]

He nods.

Cywyllog calls over. "Come, anwylyd. Time for bed."

Melehan shrugs at Mordred and holds the paper out again. "For you."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He accepts it from the little boy.

"Thank you."

[cywyllog]

"Welcome." He hesitates briefly, and then holds his arms up to Mordred.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He puts the paper down next to his sword, hesitates briefly, and then picks the little boy up. Holding him in his arms, he slowly walks over to Cywyllog.

[cywyllog]

She gives him an odd smile. Melou is still pouting, leaning against her leg.

Melehan has wrapped his arms around Mordred's neck and when they arrive, he kisses his cheek. "Night, Tada."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Night, boyo." He bends down to let the boy slip to the floor without hurting himself, and then ruffles the pouting Melou's hair.

"You too."

[cywyllog]

"Night." Melou manages.

Cywyllog takes both their hands and starts off toward the stairs. "Goodnight, Mordred."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Softly,

"Night, Wytha."