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Fire_Spirit_2009
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"But father!" Growled Riko, "Why do I have..."
"Silence!" Growled back the man that was sitting at the head of the dinner table in the large eloquent room. Even on a good day one whom was sitting at the end of the table, they had to yell for the person at the other end to hear. Riko was at one end, and his father was at the other, but his yelling was much louder now. "You have to do it because you are the oldest! End of story!"
Growling Riko shoved his chair back so hard that it fell back onto the floor, his hands at the same time slammed against the table with a loud bang, causing his silverware to cling together. He gave a defiant glare to his father and looked around the table before stomping out of the room. His mother had been sitting by his father, her gaze to the table avoiding his eyes. He had a little sister and two little brothers. They were in the middle, boys on one side, the girl on the other. It was custom that way when they didn't have guests, when they had a feast with guests then seating was different. Although if it was a large grouping they had another table, larger. Their house was huge, three floors and many many servants.
Riko went through a series of doors, he had lived there his whole life and knew the whole home like the back of his hand. He ended up outside, walking around on a footpath. He was just told that he was to be married to a Neko...a Neko! He growled at the thought. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, his silk button up shirt was casual 'home wear' as they said. She was to show up in a few hours, his father told him to change, Riko was debating on not listening.
"But father!" Growled Riko, "Why do I have..."
"Silence!" Growled back the man that was sitting at the head of the dinner table in the large eloquent room. Even on a good day one whom was sitting at the end of the table, they had to yell for the person at the other end to hear. Riko was at one end, and his father was at the other, but his yelling was much louder now. "You have to do it because you are the oldest! End of story!"
Growling Riko shoved his chair back so hard that it fell back onto the floor, his hands at the same time slammed against the table with a loud bang, causing his silverware to cling together. He gave a defiant glare to his father and looked around the table before stomping out of the room. His mother had been sitting by his father, her gaze to the table avoiding his eyes. He had a little sister and two little brothers. They were in the middle, boys on one side, the girl on the other. It was custom that way when they didn't have guests, when they had a feast with guests then seating was different. Although if it was a large grouping they had another table, larger. Their house was huge, three floors and many many servants.
Riko went through a series of doors, he had lived there his whole life and knew the whole home like the back of his hand. He ended up outside, walking around on a footpath. He was just told that he was to be married to a Neko...a Neko! He growled at the thought. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, his silk button up shirt was casual 'home wear' as they said. She was to show up in a few hours, his father told him to change, Riko was debating on not listening.