Mister Gorbachev...
06-28-2019, 04:19 PM
Tyrian stood stock still for several long seconds as he listened for a response. After a beat when it was starting to look like no one would answer his upright tail began to droop. Was there no one over there? How boring!
And then through the gloomy trees emerged a small figure. The boy approached cautiously and eyed him up and down. Tyrian, a bit of an attention whore already, puffed out his chest and welcomed the eyeballing. "Who the heck are you?" the boy asked.
It was Tyrian's turn to do the eyeballing. He looked the new boy up and down and noted that he appeared to be older. Like Alarr the boy had no mutations, but Tyrian had already learned that him (Tyrian) and others like him were the unusual ones and not the other way around even though his mutations felt perfectly natural to him. "Tyrian," he said after a beat before saying, "You shouldn't say heck. My dad says people who soften words like 'hell' and 'damn' with 'heck' and 'dang' shouldn't be taken seriously," he said matter-of-factly. He wasn't trying to be mean, just helpful. "So who the hell are you?" he asked curiously.
And then through the gloomy trees emerged a small figure. The boy approached cautiously and eyed him up and down. Tyrian, a bit of an attention whore already, puffed out his chest and welcomed the eyeballing. "Who the heck are you?" the boy asked.
It was Tyrian's turn to do the eyeballing. He looked the new boy up and down and noted that he appeared to be older. Like Alarr the boy had no mutations, but Tyrian had already learned that him (Tyrian) and others like him were the unusual ones and not the other way around even though his mutations felt perfectly natural to him. "Tyrian," he said after a beat before saying, "You shouldn't say heck. My dad says people who soften words like 'hell' and 'damn' with 'heck' and 'dang' shouldn't be taken seriously," he said matter-of-factly. He wasn't trying to be mean, just helpful. "So who the hell are you?" he asked curiously.