[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]He fell onto his bottom, cushioned by excess baby fat that he didn't quite seem to mind Masie nuzzling him, instead giggling in amusement when he attempts to pat the raptor's nose. It looked more like a swat but coming from someone the size of Eli meant it wouldn't hurt, feathered wings ruffling when he looks at the fish the utahraptor was trying to feed him. His whiskers wriggle, the boy lowering his head to sniff at the fish. He didn't really like that it was raw because mama and papa had made sure to give their family such delightful dishes. He liked helping around to cook, though most of the time not hearing the ones around him. On the topic of Elijah not hearing anything, his mind didn't process the words that Owen was saying. It was his selective hearing at work, often causing the child to appear rude or distant because he didn't realise others were talking to him. There was, of course, a trick to making Elijah listen. While one could grab his attention for a limited amount of time and have him listen, it was likely that the boy would grow bored and tune their voice out. But, of course, mama's Latin words never failed to reach his ears. There was another way but it was something others had to simply find out themselves.
"My name's Elijah," the kitten says abruptly (though his introduction of himself was of his own accord rather than prompted by Owen), breaking the silence after he sees Masie take a bite. He can't help but smile, deciding to oblige to the raptor's offer for him to eat and taking a bite himself, chewing at the fishy flesh and thinking slowly about how else to approach and understand this dinosaur. He suddenly notices the german shepherd, blinking his baby-blue hues and pointing at Masie: "Does it understand me? What's its name?" Maybe by now, Owen might come to the conclusion that Elijah had tuned him out. Whether or not the canine would deduce it was selective hearing or not was up to chance.
"My name's Elijah," the kitten says abruptly (though his introduction of himself was of his own accord rather than prompted by Owen), breaking the silence after he sees Masie take a bite. He can't help but smile, deciding to oblige to the raptor's offer for him to eat and taking a bite himself, chewing at the fishy flesh and thinking slowly about how else to approach and understand this dinosaur. He suddenly notices the german shepherd, blinking his baby-blue hues and pointing at Masie: "Does it understand me? What's its name?" Maybe by now, Owen might come to the conclusion that Elijah had tuned him out. Whether or not the canine would deduce it was selective hearing or not was up to chance.
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