03-12-2020, 07:47 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby, much like Moth, had many worries about his children. Many of them were unfounded, though they persisted despite his attempts to dislodge them with logic. When his girlfriend had decided to dip from their home to search for Ivan, he resolved to stay.
It didn’t last.
After a pathetically short amount of time, the sawbones followed her lead, leaving the others at home. He caught up quickly, peering over her shoulder at the situation his son had found himself in in curiosity. A mutant. He was no stranger to him. A six legged frog had caught his attention when he was not much older than Ivan was now, and it remained preserved in a jar somewhere within their home. It had scared him at first, but he became fascinated with it.
Selby came closer, bowing his head to sniff at both child and chick. They seemed unharmed. “Well, Ivan, who is this?” he asked gently, attempting to pull an explanation from the kit’s lips.
It didn’t last.
After a pathetically short amount of time, the sawbones followed her lead, leaving the others at home. He caught up quickly, peering over her shoulder at the situation his son had found himself in in curiosity. A mutant. He was no stranger to him. A six legged frog had caught his attention when he was not much older than Ivan was now, and it remained preserved in a jar somewhere within their home. It had scared him at first, but he became fascinated with it.
Selby came closer, bowing his head to sniff at both child and chick. They seemed unharmed. “Well, Ivan, who is this?” he asked gently, attempting to pull an explanation from the kit’s lips.