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Children had an odd way of putting things into perspective; though they were often incapable of having the same logical thought process of adults, they were prone to spurts of brilliance at times in their discovery and learning about the world. Perhaps this was why adults bothered to have them at all; personally, Harlowe did not find children endearing or attractive in the least. Even himself—why, sometimes he spent more time playing and lounging around than reading, and he certainly could have devoted more time to learning. It was never enough, it was like an obsession for the creamy-furred man. But it felt strangely good to teach others when they were receptive to it and he didn't have to say it fifty times (like to his siblings—they never listened!). His dark-furred muzzle split into a smile, and he looked at her and spoke for the first time, his olive-green eyes remaining on her. “I have books if you want to learn more,” he said, taking for granted that she knew how to read.
The tawny-furred canine was lucky that his mother was able to teach him, he would later learn. There were a great many canines in the world who could not read, and would never be exposed to knowledge as he had. His eyes wandered again as the woman spoke, though this was of habit and not boredom; as a young canine Harlowe was constantly taking in his surroundings, and his ears remained trained on the woman. As she continued, though, his eyes turned to her in shock, widening considerably. Everyone else sounded funny to her? He had never considered this, and his brows raised. As the hybrid woman continued, this expression became considerably more exaggerated, and the tawny-furred man's jaw hung slightly ajar at the end of her speech, his ears pricked forward in absolute interest. “That never occurred to me. I wonder how it happens. It's fascinating,” he declared, finding the subject certainly worthy of investigating. Maybe there were even books on it and he could read about it—or maybe his mother knew. Cerri had already admitted to not knowing, but Harlowe was content with that; just exposing him to this fascinating possibility was enough.
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