@FilteredPoet Oh, gracious. It feels like everyone needs him just to do that. It almost seems like they're using Washington for that purpose.
"Mayhaps, but I don't care for your father confronting me because of your recklese behaviour," he responded, chuckling softly.
@RegentPrinny "If you insist. I really must get going, anyhow. Thank you for the drink. 'Till we meet again, Your Highness."
He promptly bowed before him, then turned on his heel to leave, a faint smile on his face.
Perhaps it's because he caught a glimpse of the bartender's face.
It wasn't the first time the general had to visit Britain for business—classified—and he had an odd feeling it wouldn't be the last.
When the boat hit land, he stepped off with a distracted sigh, his mind not really in tune with reality. There's something about wandering on +
absolutely. i will not discriminate one for their orientation; only if they are disloyal and refuse to put in any effort when it comes to completing a mission.
@RegentPrinny George bit back a snicker, however, ended up snorting lightly as a result. He promptly cleared his throat, but nevertheless kept a grin.
Which only dropped somewhat at the reassurance. "Are you sure? You / are / royalty, after all; I'd hate to disrespect you . . ."
@FilteredPoet Oh, dear! What ever kind of trouble was Philip getting himself in to when Washington wasn't looking?
Mm. He's received that threat as well at least once or twice. Poor lad.
"Now now, no ideas," playfully warned the man. "Your father might end up blaming me for it!"
@FilteredPoet "Oh, but of course," said Washington, eyebrows raising a tad. "I'm sure your father would understand if you only, ahem, / borrowed / his pens."
@FilteredPoet George sighed playfully. "You clever boy, but for all the wrong reasons!"
This devillish child. No doubt, all Alexander. Definitely a Hamilton, although.
The general chuckled. At least the father of this young boy could rest easy knowing he was most certainly his father. +
@FilteredPoet Philip's sake at the very least. Do not burden the child with your sentimental past, George. Man up.
"Brussel sprouts, hm?" He hummed. "Understandable. They were never my favourite either. But nonetheless, vegetables are still very important, Philip! Very critical to your +
@FilteredPoet hard to find, yes? Hopefully not. "Continue eating well, Philip, and you may end up as tall as me. Perhaps taller."
He chuckled to himself at the comment. "Tell me, how is your family doing? How are your siblings?"
@FilteredPoet Washington stood once Philip was properly settled. It was already hell on his aging bones, but he decided to swallow any words that could convey as a complaint, just for the moment to last a bit longer.
He walked, eyes in search of the one Mrs. Hamilton. She shouldn't be too +
@FilteredPoet Washington, although taken aback, chuckled and knelt for his back to meet Philip's height.
"Also tiring," replied the general. "I continuously bump into doorways if I do not stay vigilant for them."
@FilteredPoet the days when I did not feel trapped by the eyes of history, by the crippling grip of the ink bottle that whispers to me, manipulating me back into writing nothing but business matters.
He sunk back into reality at the enquiry, blinking with a look of surprise on his face. +