Table © Alaine
ooc: FFFFT. I'm kinda imagining Cai doing the whole kermit the frog thing while listening to him. like, the crazy wiggle-arms dance XD 8D
The small man erupted into laughing, the force of which nearly made Caillen jump out of his skin. At first, he though the coyote was having some sort of fit, but on a second inspection, it was clear that he was just showing mirth. Caillen made a nervous chuckle, his owlish-wide sky blue eyes watching Cass keenly for any other frightening, and unexpected, explosions.
When the mocha-splashed male did recover from his laughing fit, Caillen was once again drawn in by his gestures, his excited tone. The boy grinned companionably, his gaze following Cass' outstretched hand, his vast imagination conjuring all sorts of landscapes to fit the description. Golly, gee, he was talking to the smartest 'yote for MILES! That sure was something impressive! Nodding quickly to the other's redundant question, the boy wrapped his scarf tighter about his neck, and was just about to speak when Cass ROARED.
For the second time in a matter of seconds, Caillen just about peed himself. Jolting back with shock, those wide eyes fixed on the man with curious wariness. At the mention of the war, his head bobbled another affirmative, awe coloring the boy's cheeks with excitement. His new friend had been in the WAR?! Golly golly golly! With his maw slightly agape, Caillen soaked up the yote's strange accent and his story like a thirsty sea-sponge. Blah blah blah traps, blah blah blah compound bow? Blah blah Aniwaya? Boat? Heaps of the words that Mr Cass used just washed right over his head, strange as they sounded. He had no concept for a compound bow, hadn't even heard of a proper bow for hunting. Or a boat - what in the world was a boat? But, well, he didn't want to look silly, or worse, childish, so the slate youth nodded again, trying to look knowledgeable.
To his previous question, Mr Cass smiled, and Caillen quickly obeyed him and plonked down on the log. He was so curious, full of burning questions, but Mr Cass seemed hardly to draw breath between his great long stories, and Caillen was not about to interrupt any of them. He didn't want to miss out on hearing any of it! As Cass began to lecture on the types of 'yotes, the youth began to commit them to memory, his round eyes drinking in the other with admiration.
" Right, normal crazy 'yotes, got it..." He muttered, mentally checking it off at Cass did on his finger. To the latter, though, he perked up, all those images of the bloodthirsty creatures of lore swimming through the youth's overactive imagination. To the very last bit, he cringed heavily,pressing his knees closer together. Ouch ouch ouch ouch.
" Well why, Mr Cass," He finally found the power of speech again, piping up nervously as if the answer was obvious, " Why do you live with 'em? I mean, you don't seem to fit in to either of those types... Why doncha live somewhere else, Mr?"
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