[Erichthonios' cheeks burn all the brighter with the utterance of the word. Of course a relationship can be any sort of relationship. Friendship, familial...
But, he cannot deny that small feeling of longing, ever-present in his breast. He is, in some ways, his father's son.]
M-mayhap...
[He clears his throat, rallying his composure... or at least making a thorough attempt at it.]
Shall we go in? It will not take long to show you around.
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But, he cannot deny that small feeling of longing, ever-present in his breast. He is, in some ways, his father's son.]
M-mayhap...
[He clears his throat, rallying his composure... or at least making a thorough attempt at it.]
Shall we go in? It will not take long to show you around.
['Tis a small abode, after all.]