12-05-2018, 02:00 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px; opacity: 0.60; font-size: 12px; padding-top: 2px;"]The male that came before him was one that he had seen before, and one that actually spoke to Paper, friendly words and no threats made, and it seemed as though he deliberately made himself seen, rather than simply appearing out of nowhere suddenly and running off a second later. The words took a moment to get to his ears, and even then it took another moment to make sense of them.
Are you well? Maybe you should go get some rest,
He felt fine, didn't know why this stranger was asking him if he was well. He didn't feel warm, didn't feel like he was going to get sick, just felt a bit tired and hungry, but that was it. Nothing more. "'M fine." The serval would let out with a large yawn, though not meaning to, ears flattening onto his head the second it came to be, angry with himself. He shouldn't be this tired, not tired enough to yawn. No. "Don't need rest, just need food." He was usually capable of forming proper sentences, ones that were more drawn out and elaborate, but now he didn't have the energy, and thus didn't feel the need to have the proper sentences and grammar he had grown up to learn.
I'm Clarence Aston, by the way. I don't believe we've met.
They had seen each other, he was sure, but never really fully met, that was for sure. Though the name was odd to him, most he met didn't have last names, but it was still a name nonetheless. If he wasn't as tired as he was now he would have recognized that both names could be a first name, and would have made a comment from it. "Nice to meet you, Clarence. Name's Papercrown." Once more a yawn would escape and he'd simply shake his head, the cacti that had sprouted around him quickly dying, and the stone going back into the ground where it belonged, though the flooring would still be messed up.
Are you well? Maybe you should go get some rest,
He felt fine, didn't know why this stranger was asking him if he was well. He didn't feel warm, didn't feel like he was going to get sick, just felt a bit tired and hungry, but that was it. Nothing more. "'M fine." The serval would let out with a large yawn, though not meaning to, ears flattening onto his head the second it came to be, angry with himself. He shouldn't be this tired, not tired enough to yawn. No. "Don't need rest, just need food." He was usually capable of forming proper sentences, ones that were more drawn out and elaborate, but now he didn't have the energy, and thus didn't feel the need to have the proper sentences and grammar he had grown up to learn.
I'm Clarence Aston, by the way. I don't believe we've met.
They had seen each other, he was sure, but never really fully met, that was for sure. Though the name was odd to him, most he met didn't have last names, but it was still a name nonetheless. If he wasn't as tired as he was now he would have recognized that both names could be a first name, and would have made a comment from it. "Nice to meet you, Clarence. Name's Papercrown." Once more a yawn would escape and he'd simply shake his head, the cacti that had sprouted around him quickly dying, and the stone going back into the ground where it belonged, though the flooring would still be messed up.