I don't own Fire Emblem.
AS IT GOES 'ROUND
Sure, teaching your son how to clean blood off of his ax isn't the typical father-son bonding tool, but with a father like Garcia, everybody knew that Ross wouldn't have the most normal of childhoods. He seemed pleased with it, though, as even a fool could see as he looked at his father with huge, proud eyes. "And, you see, a rusty blade isn't good."
"Uh-huh...okay, dad, can I try?" The taller, ox-like man nodded and handed his calf, as it were, the cloth, and Ross set to cleaning his weapon with his usual frenzy.
"Slow down, Ross! You'll cut yourself, like you did when I taught you how to sharpen the blade."
"But da-ad! You can do it so fast! Why can't I?" Garcia sighed and placed a worn hand on his shoulder.
"I've had more practice. And you, Ross...well, I hope you never get it." Ross looked quizzically at his oddly sad parent before releasing a comic smile.
"Dad, you do know that karma bites you in the ass only if you do something wrong?"
Garcia laughed and patted his boy on the shoulder heartily. "Thanks, son. I needed that. Now about your language..."