Though trying to keep his attention on Jacob, Pierce couldn't help it as his mind wandered, wondering what had happened to the rest of his friends, the ones whose names he couldn't remember but who he knew were people he loved. But the thought of them didn't fill him with warmth, like the rest of his family- it brought a certain ache to his chest, a lonely one, one that made him think these people might not have even been there when he left home. It was a painful thought, one that made his throat tight and his head droop slightly, but he tried his best to keep a smile on his lips, if only to not worry the two before him, to not make them feel bad, or anything. No one should have to worry about him, not ever. He was fine with that.
[color=#F5CA72]"Oh," he uttered in response to Jacob's words. Not a clan? He was sure that was what all those places back home had been called. So, technically, right? If there was a group of people living together, and their group had a name, weren't they a clan? Or was he stupid? He was used to not knowing things, but not nearly on this scale, and it was incredibly troubling- borderline frightening. He didn't let it show, though. The serval had always been good at hiding those sorts of things, that much he knew; it wouldn't be so difficult to keep the facade, like he always had, right? "No, it's okay. They're... gonna be a while." Yeah, possibly a long while. What if Riddler got mad? Kept Clementine at home, away from him? God, would he even be able to live with that? Trying to force the thought away, he added quickly, "Thanks. That'd be great." Jacob. It was a familiar name, but he didn't know this boy. Jacob was a common name- he'd probably known a few people with it in the past. "Jacob," he echoed, cursing himself for how weird he must seem to these two "It's nice to meet you too!" He was fine. Everything was fine. Wasn't it?
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[color=#F5CA72]"Oh," he uttered in response to Jacob's words. Not a clan? He was sure that was what all those places back home had been called. So, technically, right? If there was a group of people living together, and their group had a name, weren't they a clan? Or was he stupid? He was used to not knowing things, but not nearly on this scale, and it was incredibly troubling- borderline frightening. He didn't let it show, though. The serval had always been good at hiding those sorts of things, that much he knew; it wouldn't be so difficult to keep the facade, like he always had, right? "No, it's okay. They're... gonna be a while." Yeah, possibly a long while. What if Riddler got mad? Kept Clementine at home, away from him? God, would he even be able to live with that? Trying to force the thought away, he added quickly, "Thanks. That'd be great." Jacob. It was a familiar name, but he didn't know this boy. Jacob was a common name- he'd probably known a few people with it in the past. "Jacob," he echoed, cursing himself for how weird he must seem to these two "It's nice to meet you too!" He was fine. Everything was fine. Wasn't it?
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