Discordia

"…so you're going to disregard all my warnings, spit at your grandfathers wishes and charge headfirst into the anomalous world?"

Back and forth, he couldn't stop pacing. His hands were clasped behind his back as he shook his head.

"Hell yes- Someone has to do it dad. Someone has to take pot shots at manipulative twats and things that hide in the dark."

The older man paced, the younger stood his ground with a grin that could scare a man witless. Wild, out of control and unfetted. The opposite of the man standing before him, the picture of calm and rational.

"Is the rhyming really required? Talk normally, Loche." He sighed.

Loche only grinned

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