<style type="text/css">
.kesho1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#162438; letter-spacing:1px; }
.ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;}
.kesho1 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;}
.kesho1 {width:400px;border:1px solid #3e4048;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... /kesho.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:195px;background-color:#919cb0;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#3e4048;}
</style>
I hope this is okay? We can just say they wandered off, sort-of together. Lmao. WC: 325
Kesho just couldn't seem to get his ideas to stick in the brain of young Izaak. It seemed that despite his fairly thorough explanations of things, the boy could not wrap his mind around any concepts other than those he'd created himself, or that had been created for him.
"Nuu, is jus meats." said Izaak, denying Kesho's explanation.
The old man sighed; This is hard work, he thought. Would it be worth it, to try to teach him the proper ways of living? It might save his life, that was sure. But would the boy's potential live up to the expense of Kesho's increasingly precious time? He was unsure. Certainly he liked the young, strange Izaak, in a way that he could hardly pinpoint, but why put such effort into someone that didn't seem to have the capacity to appreciate it?
Then again, maybe he was underestimating the child. He was young, after all, and had the potential to have many years ahead of him. If he were able to be trained, he could be a useful asset to the clan. Hmmm... he pondered to himself.
"We fines for yous." stated Izaak decidedly.
At first Kesho was confused as to what he meant, but he soon realized that the boy must be off searching for a companion for Kesho himself. Strange. And entirely unnecessary. The elder male's face contorted into some form of exasperation, watching the boy get farther and farther away by the second. Oh, geez... he thought again.
"Wait, I don't need..." he trailed off, surely unable to be heard.
Begrudgingly, Kesho began at a moderate walking pace after the child, idly tracking his direction, knowing it would barely matter and the child would likely do just what he wanted.