Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Nov 17, 2013 11:46:25 GMT -8
There was always time to go and visit Arthur's house. Rather, Donald was more inclined to want to see Peter over Arthur. Either way, that chap was never home since he had politician, right-left-middle wing things to do. Of course, the more successful tended to not have time for much things, and when they did, in the case of Arthur, he would usually elope with more work. That was how Donald knew him and frankly, he had no qualms about it. It just kind of sucked that Donald didn't have too many chances to see the guy, even if he wanted to.
Peter was the next best thing. Not only did he resembled Arthur from the hair down to those bushy eyebrows, Peter was also much more fun to hang around. He was still a kid, yeah, but Donald had always enjoyed being around sources of energy and vigor. Although he was approaching his tender thirties in a couple of years, the ginger was lively of spirit and youthful of heart--most of the time. The pretense was the only way to move on from the past. However, as they say, the brighter the light that leads, the longer the shadows stretch from behind. He shoved that thought to the back of his head as he knocked on the door. Three knocks with his fist was how he always did it. He didn't really know why, but he just noticed that there was a pattern.
The door swung open, and there was the little cousin with the golden hair. "Donald!," he greeted.
A sprightly grin formed on his lips. "Heya, Squirrel! How are ye?"
Donald reached over and gave that hair a good and affectionate tousle. After that, he leaned through the door to take a quick glance, almost expecting Arthur to be inside. Once he saw no one, he removed his shoes and then stepped in to feel the plush of the carpet underneath his feet. Damn, these carpets would feel nice every time he had walked in.
"Just here visiting! Seeing how ye are and grades and shmagle," he announced, cheerfully waving his arms as he spoke. "Don't tell me he left ye here alone? Someone else's around yea?"
Peter was the next best thing. Not only did he resembled Arthur from the hair down to those bushy eyebrows, Peter was also much more fun to hang around. He was still a kid, yeah, but Donald had always enjoyed being around sources of energy and vigor. Although he was approaching his tender thirties in a couple of years, the ginger was lively of spirit and youthful of heart--most of the time. The pretense was the only way to move on from the past. However, as they say, the brighter the light that leads, the longer the shadows stretch from behind. He shoved that thought to the back of his head as he knocked on the door. Three knocks with his fist was how he always did it. He didn't really know why, but he just noticed that there was a pattern.
The door swung open, and there was the little cousin with the golden hair. "Donald!," he greeted.
A sprightly grin formed on his lips. "Heya, Squirrel! How are ye?"
Donald reached over and gave that hair a good and affectionate tousle. After that, he leaned through the door to take a quick glance, almost expecting Arthur to be inside. Once he saw no one, he removed his shoes and then stepped in to feel the plush of the carpet underneath his feet. Damn, these carpets would feel nice every time he had walked in.
"Just here visiting! Seeing how ye are and grades and shmagle," he announced, cheerfully waving his arms as he spoke. "Don't tell me he left ye here alone? Someone else's around yea?"
