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[greaselightning]

isnt it just refreshing vwhenevwer you get a change of scenery?
like a breath of fresh air, and an artist like myself honestly needs that once in a vwhile.
i think im gonna rightly enjoy myself here, definitely beats howv immutably boring greece has become to me.
plus, theres so many attractivwe cats and kittens here, i dont evwen knowv vwhere to start.

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[greaselightning]

[That's fine, it's not like Cronus exactly made sure his arrival was known of.]

oh hey pops, howv ya been? long time no see.

[wwistful]

Don't call me that.
Why are you here?
[Straight to the point!!]

[greaselightning]

alright, alright.
for schooling, vwhat the hell else vwould i be here for?
gosh, you sure are keen on making a fella feel unvwanted vwith such forthright questioning. here i thought youd be happy to see me.

[wwistful]

You were attending school in Greece, last I checked. Did something happen? Why didn't you tell me earlier?

[greaselightning]

i had a change of heart and decided to finish it out here.
is that a problem?
and nothing happened, nothing really vworth mentioning, anyvway.
maybe i just missed my family.

[wwistful]

No, it's not a problem.



If you missed me you could've written ahead.

[greaselightning]

i sorta did, but i guess you didnt get the letters?

[wwistful]

I didn't get anything, no. Is something wrong with your owl?

[greaselightning]

[Ink splotches...]

uh...
no? i mean, im sure its fine...

[wwistful]

If it can't deliver letters it probably isn't fine, Cronus.

[greaselightning]

vwell im sure it can delivwer letters just fine, though.

[wwistful]

Why else would I have no idea that my oldest son intended on leaving Greece to join me and his younger brother at Hogwarts? What other reason could there possibly be?

[greaselightning]

maybe it vwasnt the ovwl that vwas responsible for the delivwery?
either vway, i sent the letters, you didnt get them, so just take this as a heart vwarming surprise then, the details dont matter.

[wwistful]

Who else would be responsible?

Fine. What house did you get sorted into?

[greaselightning]

mail handlers

slytherin.

[wwistful]

Owls are mail handlers.

Excellent. Same as your brother.

[greaselightning]

but theyre not the ONLY mail handlers.

vwell then, guess ill be seeing him more often then i had hoped. speaking of vwhich, id like to see you too.

[wwistful]

They're the most reliable form.

You're in different years, I'm sure you'll have all the space need that you flew over from Greece to get.

I would love to see you, Cronus. Where are you?

[greaselightning]

im in the slytherin common room right nowv.

but i got quite the question for you, though it might be better if i ask it in person.

[wwistful]

I'm sure we both have a great deal of questions.

Would you like to meet somewhere? The courtyard, perhaps?

[greaselightning]

vwell, this vwill make for quite the reunion then, vwont it?

the courtyard vworks, ill see you there.

[And with that last bit said, he closes his journal and goes on his way. Still new to Hogwarts and all, so excuse him if he's a little late. It's a big school okok. Also don't mind that he's HARDLY wearing his school uniform, in fact it's never been further from. Mmm 1950's style clothes, I'm sure it's the type of attire that brings a prideful tear to Murdoc's eye.]

[wwistful]

[It's no surprise Murdoc arrives with time to spare, since he attended the same school for a whole seven years and now an extra five months.

When he sees Cronus he can't help but. Stare. It's been a long time but he's certainly grown...taller. Yes. Taller.

He strides toward him, frowning in disapproval at his attire. Now. Does he hug him? Is he meant to hug him? What do you do in these situations? He's just going to place a hand on his shoulder and shake him gently, nodding down at him.]

Don't you have robes?

[He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for less than half a second of silence before he uses that hand on his shoulder to slam Cronus against his chest, wrapping his arms around him for the most awkward hug ever. Ssssh. Daddy needs this right now.]

[greaselightning]

[The feeling that comes from seeing Murdoc is remarkable, really. He hadn't really realized how much he had missed his father till now. Sure, speaking to him was nice, but to actually see him--to feel his hand on his shoulder... Yeah, wasn't even comparable. He can't help that smirk on his face at Murdoc's disapproving look, he knew it was coming.]

Of course I do.

[That's really all he can say before he's being slammed against his father's chest and being hugged. It certainly is awkward, definitely unexpected, but it's nice. And maybe he's just going to hug Murdoc back. They're alone after all, not like he needs to keep up his cool image when he's alone with his dad--plus, it's been forever. They could both use a hug. It's not like Cronus can remember the last time he's gotten one anyways.]

Damn, I knew you missed me, but I wasn't expecting a hug--don't think I'm complaining any either. I'm not.

[wwistful]

[It's true that Cronus isn't exactly the Golden Child as far as Murdoc is concerned, but he's very confident in the idea that he made Cronus and therefore, Cronus is good.

Honestly, he's horrible at affection and the social cues that come with them, but it's been a very rough couple of months. Seeing Cronus just reminds him of every single dreary detail that he needs to bring up again to explain the situation to Cronus. He only hopes he'll take it better than Eridan, though he doubts it. Dramatics seem to run in the famly.

That said, he's a little surprised when Cronus hugs him back. He'd almost expected him to fight off his dad embarrassing him in public. So this is. Nice. He supposes.

Yeah, he's done with it. He puts his hands on his shoulders and geeeently peels Cronus off, staring down at him with the raised eyebrow of judgement.]

Don't think too much of it. [Smoothing out your sleeves, you slob.] If you have them, why aren't you wearin' them?

[greaselightning]

[Honestly, it'd be surprising if he was. However, that's some pretty sound self-obsessed logic there Murdoc, A+.]

[When Murdoc peels Cronus off him, Cronus hardly fights it, allowing him to do it with ease, even letting his arms fall to his sides as he looks up at his father, that dumb grin still plastered on his face. He expected as much, that the sentimentality of this all to be limited, but that's alright. It would be weird and embarrassing if shit got too mushy.]

That's simple, I look better in these than those. Robes are so not groovy.