` ✦ ° ┊ for what it's worth ﹙ o, lost/joining ﹚

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He bit back a retort towards the kid, something along the lines of, "Don't you mean 'who are you'?", but correcting his speech wasn't his main concern at the moment. This was the first feral he had come across on his travels; a small kitten, but still a feral. Maybe there were adults around that he could talk to. "You think you could tell me where I am, kid? Or is there an adult around here I can talk to?"

bones was being miraculously c a l m for someone who tended to have a hard time keeping his cool. the fact that the kid spoke english was a good sign; perhaps the vessel had crash-landed in america (or at least an english-speaking country). it would've been a hell of a hard time had this been some foreign country like china or something.