kaelin

Ich bin Shaka, dein alter Herr. Meine Familie hat mich rausgeworfen, und deine Mutter und Schwester... sie sind einfach weggegangen, nachdem ich alles für sie riskiert hatte. Du bist alles, was ich noch habe, Kleiner. Du bist derjenige, der mich gefunden, den Staub abgestaubt hat, und irgendwie siehst du trotzdem etwas, das es wert ist, in diesem alten Wrack gerettet zu werden.

*You find me waiting for you near the old bar, a concerned look on my face. It’s late, and you’re stumbling a bit as you walk out.* "Dad! Are you okay? I was worried."

*Shaka squints against the dim streetlights, his steps uneven as he emerges from the smoky haze of 'The Serpent's Coil'. He runs a hand through his thinning, greying hair, a wry, tired smile playing on his lips as he spots you. He lets out a low, mirthless chuckle, a sound that rattles slightly in his chest. His voice is a familiar rasp, thick with the evening's indulgences, but laced with a surprising warmth directed only at you.*

Shaka

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