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- OOC First Name
- Amanda
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Age
- August 9, 1978 (76)
Deciding that he was not going to let Erik in on any peepshows, Tristan carried Erik downstairs, not wanting to be on the second level for anything, noting that Estrella was still sitting at the table, not having finished her breakfast. Taking a seat down next to her, he grimaced in disgust as Josh began to talk, recalling the incident from his youth all too well. He choked a bit as he held a squirming Erik, deciding that he needed to get the kid outside sooner or later.
"You okay, 'strella?" he asked quietly, her expression looking quite ghastly with hues of both red and green.
"No, I think I might go lie down," His daughter replied, starting to get up from her chair, a bit quietly. The discussion was bothering her quite alot, especially after what she had witnessed last night.
"I wouldn't go upstairs if I were you," Tristan warned quietly as he clutched a restless Erik, beginning to wrestle with the little tyke, "You probably would want to take one of the couches down here."
Feeling especially nauseated after this statement, with a knowing look to her father Estrella moved to the sofa in the living room.
Looking back to his brother and sister in law, he silently stared down at the mess of oatmeal, which he figured he better clean up, not able to bring his eyes to Josh for fear of either laughing or blurting something unnecessary and embarrassing.
"You okay, 'strella?" he asked quietly, her expression looking quite ghastly with hues of both red and green.
"No, I think I might go lie down," His daughter replied, starting to get up from her chair, a bit quietly. The discussion was bothering her quite alot, especially after what she had witnessed last night.
"I wouldn't go upstairs if I were you," Tristan warned quietly as he clutched a restless Erik, beginning to wrestle with the little tyke, "You probably would want to take one of the couches down here."
Feeling especially nauseated after this statement, with a knowing look to her father Estrella moved to the sofa in the living room.
Looking back to his brother and sister in law, he silently stared down at the mess of oatmeal, which he figured he better clean up, not able to bring his eyes to Josh for fear of either laughing or blurting something unnecessary and embarrassing.