"Just keep in mind what I told you and don't expect them to hate you at first sight."
He smiles over at Bull.
"I didn't."
Then he's working double time to unload the wares. If Bull notices, the boy is... well, he's significantly less troubled by the weight of things than someone his size would generally be.
Oh Bull notices, but he decides not to say anything. Better to check out what kind of parents this guy had first of all. Once they are done he lets Clarc lead the way to the house and makes sure his hands are whiped clean and his weapons are out of view.
They come in to his mother gasping at him for bringing a guest and not, somehow, telling him and his father looking up from a cup of warm tea with a welcoming smile.
"And who might you be?"
Clark trots out of his mother's loving clutches to gesture to Bull.
"Ma, Pa, this is the Iron Bull. He helped me with some bandits on the way home."
...they don't look terribly troubled at the idea of their son being attacked by bandits. But there is a bit of surprise.
"Is everyone all right?" His mother pips up immediately.
Bull smiles at them, he makes sure to hunch his shoulders, making himself smaller so his horns won't hit the ceiling. "It was no big deal, ma'am. Clarc managed most of them, I was just there to scare them away properly."
He smiles warmly at her and moves to help her. "I am not picky ma'am." After all growing up under the Qun meant you ate what you were given or you didn't eat.
He glances over his shoulder at Clarc, smiling slightly at him.
"Then you feel free to take a little of everything," she says as she starts putting out dishes. A roasted hen, done with laying, some cooked vegetables, a few stuffed peppers, mushrooms, a slab of cheese and fresh baked bread. Clarc grins as he takes his own spot.
"Looks brilliant, Ma."
And his Pa is ruffling his hair a moment later.
"We'll go and look at the cart after dinner. I'm sure your new friend won't mind helping your mother with the cleaning up a little?"
"Not at all, sir. I'll be glad to help out with the dishes. It is something I used to do for my Tama... the woman who raised me a lot."
He smiles and tries a bit of everything. Talking about easy things, subjects that won't offend anyone. Talking about how the jungles he was raised in are different, about how the food there is spicer, about how he has found friends here.
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Date: 2017-02-19 04:02 pm (UTC)He smiles over at Bull.
"I didn't."
Then he's working double time to unload the wares. If Bull notices, the boy is... well, he's significantly less troubled by the weight of things than someone his size would generally be.
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Date: 2017-02-19 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-21 10:37 pm (UTC)"And who might you be?"
Clark trots out of his mother's loving clutches to gesture to Bull.
"Ma, Pa, this is the Iron Bull. He helped me with some bandits on the way home."
...they don't look terribly troubled at the idea of their son being attacked by bandits. But there is a bit of surprise.
"Is everyone all right?" His mother pips up immediately.
"I think we're fine, Ma."
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Date: 2017-02-22 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-23 02:38 am (UTC)"All the same, we appreciate it. At least enough to put out another plate for dinner, I expect."
"Already on it, Jon."
She turns to smile over at Bull fondly.
"What kind of food is it that you like, dear?"
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Date: 2017-02-23 12:39 pm (UTC)He glances over his shoulder at Clarc, smiling slightly at him.
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Date: 2017-02-27 12:50 am (UTC)"Looks brilliant, Ma."
And his Pa is ruffling his hair a moment later.
"We'll go and look at the cart after dinner. I'm sure your new friend won't mind helping your mother with the cleaning up a little?"
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Date: 2017-02-28 07:27 am (UTC)He smiles and tries a bit of everything. Talking about easy things, subjects that won't offend anyone. Talking about how the jungles he was raised in are different, about how the food there is spicer, about how he has found friends here.