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Snake looked down swiftly when she mentioned that she liked his name—perhaps the slightest bashful gesture? He had never really understood the importance of names—he had seen many a foofaraw over such trivialities. Some meant that they had deeper levels of importance within your character, but Snake wasn’t sure if he bought into that. He had once asked his mother why she had named himself and his brother as she had, and she had responded offhandedly that they were the names of a great warrior and a group he once served. And that they were both animals, but that wasn’t as close to the point. Regardless, Snake hadn’t seen many snakes in New Haven, though he had seen several in the woods while travelling. They were okay. He didn’t have some kind of over-the-top affinity for them, however.
When she continued, recounting an experience of hers with two reptiles (one of which a snake), he simply stared blandly at her. In truth, Snake didn’t really know what a python or an alligator was. He could guess that a python was a big and powerful snake, by how reverently she said that it had eaten an alligator (was that hard to do?). As he stared, he noticed with a kind of animalistic intuition that she was watching for his reaction. There wasn’t much of one. It was pretty clear in his young face that he didn’t fully understand. After a moment (in which he was considering saying nothing at all), he realized that it wouldn’t be polite to simply stare and remain dumb. So he said, genuinely curious instead of indulgently, “Why do you think that?” Even if the python was a mighty snake, why would she think he was anything like one? When it came to some others in these parts, Snake wasn’t really that strong or swift. He didn’t think there was anything actually redeeming to himself, besides being a body willing to do whatever was asked of him. One might say that he had self-esteem issues, but the real root of the matter was that he was extremely realistic. There really wasn’t that much to the boy.
Snake looked down swiftly when she mentioned that she liked his name—perhaps the slightest bashful gesture? He had never really understood the importance of names—he had seen many a foofaraw over such trivialities. Some meant that they had deeper levels of importance within your character, but Snake wasn’t sure if he bought into that. He had once asked his mother why she had named himself and his brother as she had, and she had responded offhandedly that they were the names of a great warrior and a group he once served. And that they were both animals, but that wasn’t as close to the point. Regardless, Snake hadn’t seen many snakes in New Haven, though he had seen several in the woods while travelling. They were okay. He didn’t have some kind of over-the-top affinity for them, however.
When she continued, recounting an experience of hers with two reptiles (one of which a snake), he simply stared blandly at her. In truth, Snake didn’t really know what a python or an alligator was. He could guess that a python was a big and powerful snake, by how reverently she said that it had eaten an alligator (was that hard to do?). As he stared, he noticed with a kind of animalistic intuition that she was watching for his reaction. There wasn’t much of one. It was pretty clear in his young face that he didn’t fully understand. After a moment (in which he was considering saying nothing at all), he realized that it wouldn’t be polite to simply stare and remain dumb. So he said, genuinely curious instead of indulgently, “Why do you think that?” Even if the python was a mighty snake, why would she think he was anything like one? When it came to some others in these parts, Snake wasn’t really that strong or swift. He didn’t think there was anything actually redeeming to himself, besides being a body willing to do whatever was asked of him. One might say that he had self-esteem issues, but the real root of the matter was that he was extremely realistic. There really wasn’t that much to the boy.
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