~ Shards of Opal ~
Godbrand had proved himself to be a somewhat competent parent, and sometimes Carmilla got tired enough of dealing with her own child to rely on the Viking to babysit.
Right now was just such an occasion.
Godbrand watched as Carmilla Junior and his son (who was generally referred to as "Five K" since "Godbrand the 5000th" was a mouthful) were currently chasing each other around the room.
Junior seemed to be winning the game of tag, as she had evaded being tagged for quite a while now, and Five K was starting to grow frustrated at being unable to catch her.
Then it happened... Junior tripped over the edge of a throw rug and fell flat on the floor.
"Shit," the child swore.
Five K, who had never heard a swear word in his life before this, of course repeated, "Shit?"
"Oh, that's just great," Godbrand grumbled. "Now everyone's gonna think they learned that from me."
After he'd been so careful to watch his language in front of the children all this time... this was just his luck.
~oOo~