Everything is backwards

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan Suddenly, in all his confinement and panic, two hands reached out for him, and then he was with his caretaker, safely nested as he held the boy. Emwe was not aware of the fact that he indirectly was the source of the woman's anger, nor that he was being held by the male not just for comfort. This way Lysander had an ace, and Alexey would have to hear him out. The only thing that spun through the boy's head was the overwhelming relief of being out in a larger room, pressing himself to his male friend's chest. Nothing was better than the feeling of fur to his face - he was certain of that! Uncle Ly wasn't exactly mommy, but he'd do. It took only moments before his breathing had calmed, and his little heart did not pound quite as hard inside of him anymore. Two small ears perked once he heard his title spoken aloud, giving the caretaker his full attention. His question was kind of weird, but now that he could see the angry female, he knew he had seen her before. His memory was a little poor at such a young age, but her scent and face clicked in his mind, and he knew that she was from the same place as mommy, and that she had visited him many times. The name, however, was gone to the boy. His tail was wagging slightly now, and his face became a mass of wrinkles as he concentrated, and spoke the obvious truth. Obvious to him, that is. Is from home! The boy was excited, now that he finally understood a few things. Then he glanced at her again, before he looked back to his "uncle" Ly. I's not remember her name. The last sentence was uttered with a sensation of pitless sorrow, for he'd failed - he didn't know her name. Then he buried his face in Lysander's chest again, hoping all the loud yelling would stop now. //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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