Title::
The First Meeting
Words
:: 172
Birthday
Drabble Count
:: 1/42
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"Miles? You remember your cousin, right?"
A mulish nod followed a pointed look, the dark haired boy thrusting out his chin - with a small wince - in a challenging greeting.
Or maybe, Ivan thought, he'd been trying to head butt him from a distance. If he could even see him through that black eye he was sporting. Or get to him what withboth his legs being in casts.
The glance towards the casts was noticed and rewarded with a ferocious scowl and all the glaring a four year old could bring to bear. Which seemed to be a quite a bit more than Ivan had ever imagined possible.
Right. Time to break out the charm, thought Ivan. This worked with all the wrinkly old aunts… "So. You broke you legs riding the old man's favorite horse, huh?"
"Don't you call Grandfather an old man!" It seemed a four year old could in fact scowl even more than he'd already been doing. This was getting unnerving.
"That's a really big horse."
"Yes! The biggest!"
"Cool."
"…you think?"
And with that, Ivan knew the game was won.
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Author's Note : I have 42 of these to write. That's what I get for telling someone to pick a number for their birthday, eh? ;) I'm going to chapter them all, since 1) they're drabbles anyway and 2) yeesh, talk about an author page getting too long otherwise.