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[Asher Beckett]

Asher had been away from home for quite a while. It had been a few months since he'd spoken to his family, and he decided on the spur of the moment after a show to drop in. He had a few days off. He knew the girls were in school, but he knew his dad and mom should be home. He came in the back door, dropping his keys on the counter and letting his bag hit the floor with a thud. He cupped his hands to his mouth. "Old man!" He yelled, grinning and preparing himself for his dad's attack.

 

[Abner Beckett]

Abner liked to keep all of his work stuff in the one room. Mostly the kitchen and even though it annoyed his beloved to no end, he knew he couldn't allow them to be in a whole room on their own, or he would have far, far too many, so this was a sacrifice they all had to make. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't frequently kicked out of the kitchen for making a mess whenever he was highlighting different things. Services were a bit down this month, but there wasn't much call for a Aurologist for the moment, still, he'd be busy come the new year, when everyone wanted to be sure they were holidaying in a place that had a good Aura, not that they actually cared about it. Some people just liked to fork out money for ludicrous reasons, not that he was complaining, no way. Those rich folks put food on their table and a roof over their heads for some twenty years. Abner was many things, but a complainer he was not. It was only a little quieter than usual when he suddenly heard a soft thud and a shout from a very familiar voice. Abner immediately jumped up, causing his chair to fall backwards as he quickly ran to the back door to notice Asher standing there with a wide grin. Abner was an emotional man, had to be for his line of work, so whenever his son decided to make an appearance was an emotional time. "Ash!" Abner immediately pulled Asher into a crushing hug, patting him on the back. "There you are you trouble maker, you never tell us in advance, honestly you'll be in it when your poor mother gets back." He said, shaking his head. She should be back any moment now. "She's not cleaned!"​

 

[Asher Beckett]

Ash laughed when his dad caught him up in a tight hug, wrapping his arms around the mans waist and burying his face in his dads shoulder as he squeezed back. He laughed again when his dad scolded him lightly. "Nah, she'll probably fret more over dinner," he teased. "Hows it been, pops?" He didnt let it show so much when he was out, but Ash really was a cuddler. It was nice to be home.