This is a continuation of A day to relax by(that1hugboxer)
You are Duncan.
You release your grip on Warragul’s shirt collar.
“Outside now!”
The once proud “Featherfoot”stumbles out of the antique shop feeling fear for the first time in decades.
You follow behind him , ready to have a come to Jesus meeting.
“You are going to tell me exactly why you are here, the names of who sent you and how they relate to me and my family . No riddles , no mumbo jumbo, just cold hard facts.”
Warragul. Hesitates for a moment before answering.
“Your mother’s father called upon me
After he learned that his ploy to have you taken from your parents via an anonymous report of abuse had failed .”
You raise an eyebrow
“Are you speaking of Mason Ford?”
Warragul has a look of genuine confusion.
“No I speak of Hugo O’Meara the man killed by Mr Kukatja.”
“Why does my maternal grandfather want my family harmed?”
Warragul smirks.
“You are a stain on his legacy. your mother was told not to marry outside of the tribe. But she could not resist the tainted charm of your ill bred father. The only one your grandfather father saw fit to live was the bastard for he is at the very least full blooded.”
“Go back to your homeland. Tell my grandfather I’ve had enough of his games. Tell him to come here and face me like a man.”
Warragul looks at you stunned.
“Even a featherfoot such as I cannot simply speak to him in such a way!”
You glare at him
“I told you no mumbo jumbo.”
Warragul looks at you as if thinking of a way to explain it in terms you would understand.
“If I were to describe his position in the most oversimplified way. He holds greater respect within his communal circle than I.”
“Get him on the phone and I’ll tell him myself.”
Warragul retrieves a flip phone from his pocket and dials a number putting the phone on speaker.
A gruff shaky voice picks up.
“Hello?!”
“Hey grandpa! Long time no see!”
Warragul’s face turns pale.
“Who is this?!”
“it’s your grandson. You know? Duncan Illawarra!”
“……”
“Oh so you do know who I am!?”
“How do you have this number?!”
“I bullied your little magic man into giving me his phone.”
“….what do you want?!”
“I heard you have an issue with me and my family. “
“….”
“ I’m Done with these games. You hop your musty ass across the pond and we will handle this like men.( you give him the name of the nearest airport)”
“ you are an impertinent dog! nonetheless such a slight cannot go unpunished! I will come. We will settle this…one way or another.”
(Click)
You toss Warragul back his phone.
“You and your little circus Stay the hell away from my family including Mr Kukatja!”
Switch perspective: you are Štěpán.
You have come to realize just how difficult Zoey’s job is. Not to say that any of the fluffies are bad or misbehaving. But any parent can tell you even the most well behaved babies and toddlers need constant supervision .
You have stopped Odis from accidentally getting himself killed No less than 5 times since everyone left,Jaingo nearly fell off the couch a dozen times ,Pickman is chewing on his stress ring , Pippi keeps tripping over her prosthetics , poor Beau has given herself stress induced diarrhea trying to comfort a crying Zofie , Hoagie attempted to comfort Beau , getting covered in the process, Kinta is chasing Mammoth around the house, Zofie’s milk mare is telling atlas all about her personal problems and Atlas…. Atlas looks like he needs a beer.
You clean up Beau and Hoagie.
You come back to find Zofie puking milk and atlas beating the absolute dog shit out of the milk mare.
“Bad mummah gib sissy scawedie tummy huwties ! Atwas gib bad mummah sowwy hoofsies!”
Five hours of this nonsense.
How the hell did Duncan manage this by himself?
You pull out your secret weapon.
“Fluffies! It is time to be watching Mr Rogers”
the fluffies stop what they are doing and huddle on the carpet around the tv. You find Odis babbling to Pete in a corner and move him to the chest mounted baby carrier for safe keeping.
The room is filled with off key fluffies singing its a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
While the fluffies are entranced you clean up the milk puke and diarrhea before sitting down on the couch moving Pete into your lap.
You hear the front door open .
All of the fluffies aside from Jaingo and Odis. rush to the hallway excitedly greeting their owners .
After things quiet down Zoey sits next to you on the couch.
“Thank you Štěpán this is the first day off I’ve had with my family in 4 months.”
Zoey gives you a big hug.
You turn to Zoey and smile.
“I never do this again.”
