「 Skill Point ― Warrior 」
god bless Carl for not making him cry in this post

So the guy did know his dad, and he seemed to respect him. That was more than Asgeir could say about his half sister, and for a second, he felt the tension ease in his shoulders. It wasn't the words of the man that seemed to draw him to a halt, but instead his actions this time, something the boy was finally paying attention to.

While they were no friends, Asgeir couldn't find it in him to deny it, instead leaning on his latter words that dropped the teen's guarded front and bark a single boof of laughter from the boy.

If you think you can take me, Thorvald, there was still a mocking tone to his voice, but it didn't match the smirk that possessed his features, his once tucked tail lifting similarly to what the ginger man's had a couple of moments before. It was a challenge in itself, but Asgeir was too blockheaded to know he likely had no chance against this beastly man.