It wasn't the first time Hershel found himself shivering outside Randall's house and it obviously wasn't going to be the last time, if he was being honest with himself. More often than not he told himself no, Hershel, Randall's going to want to break curfew (again) and get you stuck in a hole or something equally ridiculous (again) and really, you have more sense than this (you don't.) So what if Randall won their sparring bout?
Alright, so maybe he was still a bit sore that Randall trounced him so spectacularly. He spent most of the walk thinking of his form, where he'd need to practice, and how he was going to make Randall sit quietly and study with him next time he did win. Really, it was the little things that warmed his heart.
He sighed, whatever inward bravado he had obviously nothing more than hot air, and triggered Randall's ridiculous window puzzle to call him. Maybe he'd just want to spend time inside, somewhere warm and cozy. Hershel burrowed further into his coat- yeah, he really doubted he'd be that lucky.
"Randall?" He called quietly when the puzzle finished it's cycle.
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Alright, so maybe he was still a bit sore that Randall trounced him so spectacularly. He spent most of the walk thinking of his form, where he'd need to practice, and how he was going to make Randall sit quietly and study with him next time he did win. Really, it was the little things that warmed his heart.
He sighed, whatever inward bravado he had obviously nothing more than hot air, and triggered Randall's ridiculous window puzzle to call him. Maybe he'd just want to spend time inside, somewhere warm and cozy. Hershel burrowed further into his coat- yeah, he really doubted he'd be that lucky.
"Randall?" He called quietly when the puzzle finished it's cycle.
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