Abel Lazarus He looks like he’s really thinking about all of that. His shoulders get a little less tense- not by a great deal but. It’s noticeable. Especially for Viper who’s very used to grown up Abel having these very same mannerisms.
Viper notices, and it’s nice. To know that even little Abel was comforted by her, even if it was through little white lies and half-truths. Reaching out, she pats him on the head, before giving him an affectionate hair-ruffle.
Abel Lazarus “… I don’t… Grow up like her then?” That’s a heavy question but the kid looks like he needs it. Like he was scared it was true he was just like his mother. He doesn’t clarify but. Luckily for him Viper would probably know what he’s trying to refer to. “… Am I like my Uncle?”
“No. You don’t grow up like her. From what Big Abel said about your uncle, he’s just like you.” Viper hoped this meant a lot to Fabel. And that he was comforted by the fact he didn’t grow up like Ramona. “You’re the furthest from her.”
Abel Lazarus Funny enough Big Abel DID mean murder. Fabel is only offering a distraction. And. Well. He knows of one.
Exactly! Endearing and charming!
Viper snorts at his proclamation that he doesn’t play, and rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “Of course, sorry little guy.” He was soooo mature and not childish, that she felt sooo bad!
“Yeah. I’d like Abel to come say hi to me, I’ve been missin’ him.”
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FViper looked up as she heard Fabel approaching her, presumably after he had located Abel and sent him to Big Viper. Seems she had given up on finding Viper and had instead made herself at home on the monkey-bars. Swinging herself upside-down, she gave Fabel a wide, gap-toothed grin.
“Hi!” She giggled, her mass of brown fluff hanging messily around her head, half-covering her face. “You’re Abel, right? Have you seen Big me? I was looking for her but I lost her!”
