03-06-2020, 10:02 PM
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For the kitten, knowing how the world worked was everything to him. His insignificance was still painfully present in all aspects of his thought, but he sought to make amends for it by trying his best. He was aloof and almost fiercely independent. He didn't trust most outside his family circle. Beck was a part of that lucky select view, by virtue of his relation with Ivan's father. Beck was an enigma to him even still, but family bonds ran deep.
Ivan twisted his paw upwards, fancying that he had actually caught the insect and that it was just speared by his claws unnoticed. He hoped that it was the case, but he knew in the back of his mind that the grasshopper really had gotten away. The thin Maine coon mane on the kitten's neck bristled when Beck's voice cut into his thoughts. His eyes returned to their normal narrowness when he recognized the voice of his well, elder brother.
It took a moment for Ivan to consider what had been said to him. His aquamarine gaze met Beck's lifeless stare for a while. He was a boy of few words, constantly occupied in his mind. Sometimes he'd sit still for hours with his eyes half-glazed -- which might have painted him as quite unusual for the demeanor of a kitten.
He suddenly shook himself, as if the moment of waiting had never happened. "It's alright." He responded slowly. "And no, I don't." He hated to admit, he hadn't been out much and thus had little idea of the actual culture and activities Tanglewood had to offer. He wanted to find an interest that was something other than playing devil's advocate with his siblings (he doesn't talk much, but when a subject really catches his attention he cannot shut up about it) or entertaining himself with his own imagination. "I'd like to do something that you like to do. Can you take me to your favorite places?" Ivan finally answered, hauling himself into a sitting position.
Ivan twisted his paw upwards, fancying that he had actually caught the insect and that it was just speared by his claws unnoticed. He hoped that it was the case, but he knew in the back of his mind that the grasshopper really had gotten away. The thin Maine coon mane on the kitten's neck bristled when Beck's voice cut into his thoughts. His eyes returned to their normal narrowness when he recognized the voice of his well, elder brother.
It took a moment for Ivan to consider what had been said to him. His aquamarine gaze met Beck's lifeless stare for a while. He was a boy of few words, constantly occupied in his mind. Sometimes he'd sit still for hours with his eyes half-glazed -- which might have painted him as quite unusual for the demeanor of a kitten.
He suddenly shook himself, as if the moment of waiting had never happened. "It's alright." He responded slowly. "And no, I don't." He hated to admit, he hadn't been out much and thus had little idea of the actual culture and activities Tanglewood had to offer. He wanted to find an interest that was something other than playing devil's advocate with his siblings (he doesn't talk much, but when a subject really catches his attention he cannot shut up about it) or entertaining himself with his own imagination. "I'd like to do something that you like to do. Can you take me to your favorite places?" Ivan finally answered, hauling himself into a sitting position.