07-17-2008, 04:45 PM
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"Birds?" Apollo asked his brother, giving a side glance up to the older boy before looking down towards the crawling ants once more. Their shiny bodies glinted with sunlight as they moved in and out of the ant hill’s entrance, sometimes dragging leaves and other items inside with them. "Birds creep me out," he told Jazz. He was aware that some people could talk to them, including his dad Pilot, but that was just weird to him. Maybe some day he would learn that language (low speech it was called) but for now he would stick to his Italian lessons.
"I can’t wait ‘til I’m old enough to shift," he replied, turning to fully face Jazper. He was lucky… he was almost nine months old and would be seen as an adult by everyone else. Apollo wanted to be treated with the same kind of respect and seriousness that Jazz would soon receive. Apollo couldn’t wait to grow up. "I bet you're assited, huh." Apollo asked him, pronouncing 'excited' similar to how he would expect Sirius to say it.