08-02-2018, 06:23 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 230px; font-family: georgia; color: #7b8189; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;line-height: 110%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px"]i'll never get to heaven cause i don't know how
It took a few moments before the child turned dark eyes towards the approaching beta, a look one might only deem quizzical crossing their features, wondering at his purpose. A practical stranger to them it was only in passing they knew of Captainpaw, having yet to properly introduce themself to him, such was no large surprise, however, for they seemed largely uncaring of the group as a whole, focused on the few who had caught their attention. Head tilting slightly to one side Aita couldn't bite back the slight laugh which rose to their lips, short and rather sharp, eyes crinkling with amusement as the other spoke.
“What makes ya ask dat?” Genuine curiosity was present in their words, a slight smile curling about their lips. It seemed somewhat silly to the child to ask such when they had done little beyond walk, briefly forgetting the fear which had plagued them only moments prior, all too soon to wash over them once more.
The voice, it was always that voice, familiar to them for they had heard him speak many times before, had lingered about the submarine in hopes they might find the nerve to speak with him only to think better of it when his voice rose with a tone of anger, seeking the comfort of the sea. Their mouth opened but there was no sound, voice stolen from them with the mere appearance of their father, small beneath his gaze though it seemed light and jovial.
“Cleo,” the name slipped out easily, a soft warmth to it as their attention found the one in question, sigh escaping as they focused on her rather than Pincher. “I...uh was wonderin if... ah... You could teach me somefin in anata language?” Though their gaze was set upon Cleo, the gentle peace which found them when she was present was enough to ground them for a time, the question was directed at Pincher, for but a brief second their gaze rising to him.
“What makes ya ask dat?” Genuine curiosity was present in their words, a slight smile curling about their lips. It seemed somewhat silly to the child to ask such when they had done little beyond walk, briefly forgetting the fear which had plagued them only moments prior, all too soon to wash over them once more.
The voice, it was always that voice, familiar to them for they had heard him speak many times before, had lingered about the submarine in hopes they might find the nerve to speak with him only to think better of it when his voice rose with a tone of anger, seeking the comfort of the sea. Their mouth opened but there was no sound, voice stolen from them with the mere appearance of their father, small beneath his gaze though it seemed light and jovial.
“Cleo,” the name slipped out easily, a soft warmth to it as their attention found the one in question, sigh escaping as they focused on her rather than Pincher. “I...uh was wonderin if... ah... You could teach me somefin in anata language?” Though their gaze was set upon Cleo, the gentle peace which found them when she was present was enough to ground them for a time, the question was directed at Pincher, for but a brief second their gaze rising to him.
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