bursting at the seams

Takeshi, ever the good, quiet boy, sat and listened through their lessons with rapt attention. Well, except when it came to learning how to speak their father’s native tongue. It had quickly become apparent to all of them that Take was having extreme difficulty speaking. He couldn’t even utter the simplest words either in common tongue or Japanese, leaving him mute to the spoken language. Luckily he could still communicate through the more primitive means, such as barks and growls, but he could still feel the disappointed gaze of his father and the worried looks of his mother and grandmother. He didn’t like one bit that he was so different from his siblings, he just wanted to be normal, but it seemed the Gods had other things in mind for him.

So, while his siblings learned how to speak and enunciate, he practiced his writing and his decorum. With his extra practice time allotted to these two he had excelled, showing that he certainly wasn’t weak of mind despite his vocal handicap. His writing even rivaled Iki’s, his dexterous sibling, despite his lack of extra malleable appendages. He was determined to not be left behind.

He sat his brush down next to his paper and ink when their mother announced their were lessons done for the day, the glowing boy’s jaws gaping open in a wide yawn before closing with a click. His dark auds swiveled forward and his sat up straighter when she told them they’d be going outside, a smile curling onto his white smudges muzzle. His tail wagged behind his frame and he rose to his feet, moving to Venom to give her a respectful lick to the chin in thanks. His bioluminescent blood red gaze turned as his father spoke in his usual cool tone, warning them of their responsibilities and their boundaries. The boy gave a bow in turn, signaling his understanding before turning to move to his excitable sister Kit’s side, bumping against her shoulder and giving her an excited side look.