"Robin- dammit, give me that." He sighs, bending over and grabbing his boot knife out of his son's grasp. "How do you keep gettin' this off me, I swear to God, boy, yer gonna hurt yerself. What happens when you stab yer leg or hand and then you gotta tell Uncle Hawk what you did? He's gonna make fun a' you while he stitches ya up." He sticks the blade back into the holster alongside his foot, sighing and fluffing Robin's hair up as he moves back up into the trailer proper to sit down. "Wren, babydoll, once you clear that line up go have some fun, a'right? I don't want you workin' all day, I can sell food an' draw at the same time." He insists, glancing up as a familiar crop of red hair appears at the window. "Now what brings you by, little lady?" He questions, kicking one boot-clad foot over his other leg as he flashes a sideways smile at Halley. "Figured you'd be off makin' trouble fer yer daddy, or whatever it is kids you an' Wren's age do when I ain't puttin' her to work." Wren rolls her eyes, leaning against the counter.
"Hey Halley. you want somethin' to snack on? Daddy's kicking me out after I clear the line so he doesn't have t' hang out with me all day."
"Now I never said that!" Duck protests, Flicking a paper flower across the trailer at the side of her head. "Listen to 'er, tryin' to make me look like a bad dad. How you keepin' on, kiddo?"
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