Like Father Like Son...

<sub>He crept into the abandoned house carefully trying to avoid the splinters that were peeling from the frames of the doors as he wandered round the empty house. He blinked as he ran a hand through his bright blonde hair sighing, “Amador...time to go home” he said, waiting for a response but nothing came back. He smiled warmly, “Hiding again Amador” he said with a small chuckle, “I’ll find you, the greatest thief in all of Spain; I can find a needle in a haystack”

“Not the greatest thief for much longer” shouted a small voice as a Amador’s small body lunged towards the wanderer. The man jumped easily out of the way and watched as the boy rolled along the floor onto a pile of old rags in on the other side of the room. The man bellowed a hearty laugh as he walked over to the child,

“Amador when will you learn, you can’t beat your old man just yet”. Amador smiled as he righted himself from off the floor.

“How do you do it Dad? You always seem to know what’s going to happen next”. His father smiled warmly,

“It’s my magic eyes, one sees what’s happening now and the other sees the future” he said as he pointed to his green eye and then his brown eye. He then sighed a little as he looked over his son who was pretty much the spitting image of him, well a very dirty spitting image of him, “Your mother sent me after you, you’re late again and she’s also going to kill me for letting you stay out this long, and look at your legs and feet, filthy and bleeding” he commented stroking his beard. Amador sighed and kicked the ground,

“Do I have to? I don’t want to leave this place, it’s my new hideout”

“The hideout will be here tomorrow, it’s not like it’s going to grow legs and walk away” his father said as he ruffled Amador’s bright blonde hair, bits of dust and dirt flying out.

He then bent down and let Amador climb up onto his back holding him tightly as he left the abandoned house and started walking down the dusty streets carrying him.
“One day Dad I’ll be a great thief just like you” Amador said softly as he wrapped his arms round his father’s neck a little tighter.

“I was saying the exact same thing to my father when I was your age” he said as he shifted the boy’s body up further onto his back, “So what else have you done today apart from get messy?” he asked. There was no response. He turned his head slightly to see over his shoulder, and soon he heard tiny snores. He chuckled quietly to himself as he started looking forward again, “Yep, definitely well on his way to being the best thief in Spain”</sub>

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TL;DR : very young Telzaz/Amador and his Dad...they were pretty close

Now you all know where Telzaz got his personality and looks....and his bandana ;D

Sketched inked and shaded in SAI, textures done in photoshop CS2 textures from `hibbary