I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!

[disdainfully]

Who: Thorir and Killian
When: March 15th
Where: The Thorsson family HQ. Living room.
What: Learning a language pulses back another language.



They've turned the couch in the living room into a daytime dwelling for Killian, and right now he has company. Aside from the large mountains of fur that have decided to more or less camp out at his feet and sides, that is. They've taken to the Icelandic lessons a couple of days before, and today they're starting to go past the absolute basics like writing and greetings and how a sentence works, and short question-answer conversations.

It's not something that Thorir has done before, really teaching his language to someone this much younger, so there are even more bumps along the road than there would be normally, but it's working.

Right now, the older male is pointing at the Newfie that is lying comfortably at their feet. "Is Röskva a boy?" The words are slow, very neatly pronounced, to make it easier for Killian to understand the Icelandic.

Comments

[disdainfully]

"Not that I know of." And that almost unsettles him more than the pulses themselves. If they knew, they could do something about it, maybe. Even stop them from happening, or control which happen...

Speaking about things that happen through pulses. There is something that needs to be brought up. "Have you told anyone who is not on the network about it yet?"

[youngestone]

"Nope. I, uh, don't know anyone who isn't either on the Network currently or was previously on the Network but lost their numbers," Killian explains, feeling just slightly embarrassed. "Other than, y'know, everyone in the house who isn't on the Network. I never even got around to telling Mom." Maybe it was kind of pathetic, an eighteen year old with no social life beyond the resident conspiracy group, but in his defense, he didn't know how to go about having one.

[disdainfully]

"Mardís is the only one that I have told so far, but..." Which was something that obviously needed to happen. He could hardly not tell the person that he shares so much with, down to bedroom and occupation. "If any of our sizes start to change, we will have to either leave or tell more people." The we in this is unclear, and a bit unclear to himself. Hjalti is freshly enough in the city to stay under the radar with it if he really want to, and Killian has probably not much to lose. But himself and Filbert... And if they change, people might look at everyone else more closely as well.

"Or both."

And he won't comment on Killian's lack of other friends - he knew that the boy was new and homeschooled, and even without that there would be little useful that could be said about it.

[youngestone]

Killian looks up at his uncle when he says they might have to leave, very clearly distressed. He assumes he's talking about the Thorssons (because why would they include him in this, and even if he did start to shrink it isn't like anyone would notice it with him) and he does not want that to happen. He doesn't want to lose these people who've started to mean much more to him than they should in such a short time, he doesn't want to lose his uncle or his cousin-brother-whatever or even Hjatli. They can't leave. They just couldn't.

"If you leave the city, you'll lose your pulses, or at least so I've heard," he says. "So...that'd do it, but you couldn't come back."

[disdainfully]

He shakes his head. Here lies the problem with that. "And while I would leave to protect my family and those that depend on me, losing the pulses and the knowledge of them would render all reasons to leave naught, and nothing would keep me from returning."

Which leaves only the options to hide or to reveal himself, should certain changes happen. And he likes neither option. Not that he liked the third option that Killian specified. He smiles rather grimly. "And it would be rather stupid to not stay in this together as a family." He's worried what this will mean for his sons, or for Inger and her family, and for his wife and parents... but at the same time his nephews and brother, and the friends that are in this as well, he cares about them just as much.

[youngestone]

Killian relaxes a little, though now he's incredibly worried that one day Thorir will take the family and leave anyway. It's silly, and part of him knows it is, but he can't help it.

"Dangerous, too," he adds. "Who knows what could happen, yeah? Something like the snakes again, nukes, who knows."

[disdainfully]

"Well, thank to you we knows that at least four of our family are a lot more robust than they should be." He reaches over and lightly swats Killian's forehead with the heel of his hand, not enough to even rock the younger man's hand, more an affectionate gesture of 'stop getting yourself hurt like that'.

[youngestone]

Killian gives his uncle a sheepish smile. "Hey, at least we didn't get more fragile?"

[disdainfully]

"Something good has to come out of it." He seems to want to say something more, but then the door opens and voices can be heard from the entrance, and then Jon's voice calls for his father who gets up with a murmur of 'a moment' and heads out of the room.