I AM NOT OKAY
Table & Coding © Hickey; 515 words I DON'T PRETEND TO BE
None ever really seemed to think Bastion intelligent upon first meeting him and talking to him. Sure, he could use longer sentences but he chose not too. It felt like too much of a hassle to use all of those extra words were only a few were actually needed in order to get the job done. None, at least none had ever expressed so, had ever had trouble with understanding his clipped way of speaking before. He stuck to it because it worked for him. It was something about him that others had grown to be used to with him. The boy was quite simply lazy with his efforts.
He shook his head fervently as he was questioned. "No pack." That word had never once come up. He hadn't heard of either place that he lived as ever being called a pack. Salsola referred to itself as family rather than pack. So yes, it wasn't lying about denying being in a pack. How could he when he had never once heard of the word in use? "Lots wolves. Lots houses. Lots fishes." He at least agreed with the rest of what was being said. He couldn't deny that he came from a certain place with other canines that surrounded him and lived within the same area. It was simply the term of pack that he was disagreeing with.
"No family?" He questioned as he was told that they lived in a pack. He seemed to be having trouble grasping the concept that a pack could be made up of families. Instead he seemed insistent on them being two different things and having no sort of connection to each other at all. This would just be another instance of others noting that the boy lacked in intelligence, or even common sense. But then again hearing him talk about his puppy and then actually meeting his puppy would be another case to add to that notion as well.
Bastion seemed to start relaxing at Panda's reassurance. In fact he relaxed to the point that he tried to reach up in order to touch the female's clipped ears. "Pretty too." He gave his assessment on the condition. It added up to be a clearer indication of just what the small male liked in physical appearances. He enjoyed the physical display of where some sort of harm had been caused. Perhaps it was just the sadist in him. He enjoyed the pain of of others. He enjoyed creating those marks and watching them heal. He liked that permanent display of just what he had done and caused. So even if he didn't do these ones himself he knew what it took to create them. Because of that he appreciated the results of the efforts that were left behind. Of course he wished to add some more of his own. He wouldn't mind being able to revisit what he had done with his own hand. But then again he had his puppy for that. He had one that would willingly submit themselves to harm by Bastion's hand again and again. |
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