Hearing Jim admit he isn't sure he knows whether or not he's got kids gets Harrowheart staring into the middle distance. Light. It gets the gears of his own mind spinning. All of a sudden he's frowning and the conversation is speeding right past him as Anna laughs with Jim.
"Hopefully you don't, then," she says, patting his arm gently. "Our brother Lawrence likes to joke with him," she motions to Harrowheart with an open hand as he's staring into the abyss, "That one day a whole litter of puppies are going to show up on our door calling him Daddy."
Harrow, eyes wide, turns his head owlishly and stares at Anna. After a prolonged pause he reaches out and pokes her in the shoulder. "You're going to make him think I'm out there lovin' animals. Just 'cause I'm a hick don't mean I'm into that."
Anna tisks and whisper-scolds, "We're at a fancy party, don't talk like that! You know that's not what I meant! They'd be worgen puppies, obviously..."
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Date: 2017-06-29 02:52 pm (UTC)"Hopefully you don't, then," she says, patting his arm gently. "Our brother Lawrence likes to joke with him," she motions to Harrowheart with an open hand as he's staring into the abyss, "That one day a whole litter of puppies are going to show up on our door calling him Daddy."
Harrow, eyes wide, turns his head owlishly and stares at Anna. After a prolonged pause he reaches out and pokes her in the shoulder. "You're going to make him think I'm out there lovin' animals. Just 'cause I'm a hick don't mean I'm into that."
Anna tisks and whisper-scolds, "We're at a fancy party, don't talk like that! You know that's not what I meant! They'd be worgen puppies, obviously..."