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Prince Bourne Leavold (bournesecond) wrote in watchers_rp,

"Ask my tutors," Bourne laughed. "I was never exactly known for my way with words - more for my avoidance of them. This poetry that falls from me, that started when I saw you." This time, he stuck out his tongue out at Rona, laughing playfully.

"I'm known for my way with words," Cedrych said, puffing out his chest again. "Yesterday I wrote a story. It was about a cat. I can spell cat, and dog too. Father, can you spell dog?"

"D..." Bourne began, acting as if he really had to think about it. "O... O... Oh, no..."

He helped Rona stand as his body started to shake, his hands trembling uncontrollably. "Mother," he said to her (as they referred to each other when in front of the children). "Mother, I think you better take the children and run. Get as far away from me as possible."

He paused for effect... but Cedrych and the twins knew this game. It was one of their favorites.

"Oh no, Father!" Sigrún yelped. "Are you being rabbaged by the tickle disease again?"

"Utterly 'rabbaged'," Bourne roared in mock pain, grabbing for Sigrún and beginning to tickle. "Run, Mother, run!"