i'm close but no cigar for you

a more civilized person would probably correct himself, say 'my bad' or something like that. apologize to the girl. you don't just go and say someone was pretty, but Thad knew hardly any filter. he didn't think there was anything wrong with letting her know she was pretty. he assumed she thought that about herself anyway. if he looked like her, he'd find himself pretty. but he was just a scrappy looking mutt. not quite a wolf, not quite a dog. she didn't seem to point that out, and he was grateful for it. honestly, people were just too nosy sometimes.

Thaddeus hesitated as Poem asked where he was from. he seemed to wince at her question before trying to bullshit an answer but re-considered it. "I dunno, but I uh, was born elsewhere" he answered the girl with a casual roll of his shoulders. he was still skin-and-bones so it was a bit awkward looking. he really didn't know where he had come from. all he knew was the cave. but he couldn't exactly tell her that. she'd pity him, and he didn't need her pity. "stayin' in Olympia right now."

his head looked away to point in the direction of the strange shrine. Thad was much more interested in speaking about Poem. his eyes shot back. "parents? what're those?" his quiet blunt question revealed he didn't know a whole lot about shit.