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What now?
He is not so sure how ready for society he truly is. Those vague feelings tell him he is not, despite the craving of it. The desire to have friends, to make know others, to do things other kids could do. Just relax. Just have fun. Just be...content. But, it is too new. Too scary. Too foreign. He does not know it yet. He has not even gathered a taste of it. Not really.
How can someone like him make friends?
Especially when he can hardly remember what has lead him to all of this.
But, maybe, he can try. He can at least get a glimpse of it. There is one individual, he is starting to feel sure of, that seems determined to know him. To be his friend. To, at least, make him feel safer. Even if it was a hoax. Maybe it will be worth it in the end. He doesn't want to be alone. He hadn't minded being left in the swamp. But, he had been alone so long. That much he knows. There was...someone...else. But he is not sure that it was the same. Or, they were only alone together. He doesn't want to be alone together anymore. He wants to be together.
But how can he do it?
Maybe he has to take the first step.
The tiger can feel a desire...deeper than just that longing. He desires safety, too. Security.
But that was likely asking too much.
For now, he would settle with learning. With maybe making a true friend. Even if there are still walls. Walls greater than any mountain. They, maybe, can at least peer through them and give a reassuring wave. A pleasant reminder that they saw each other through the holes and they understood.
He does not know the town very well yet, but the boy is confident enough that he can find his way to Wormwood's home. The tiger travels within the shadows for the most part, not drawing too much attention to himself as he observes the place may now explore freely. How can he find himself fitting in when all he can do is wither away, attention causing him to falter? He doesn't know. But, the boy would have to try if he were to get what he desired. He knows that much. He has to try.
Silently, he walks towards the porch, blinking at it for a few moments. Does he invite himself over? Oh, that seems impolite. Maybe, instead, he will simply sit here. He won't look at the porch either. That would be rude. Creepy, even. He would just wait quietly, and hope. Hope that Wormwood would see him, sitting, facing away from the bottom of the porch with a sheepish expression upon his features.
[member=6881]wormwood.[/member]
He is not so sure how ready for society he truly is. Those vague feelings tell him he is not, despite the craving of it. The desire to have friends, to make know others, to do things other kids could do. Just relax. Just have fun. Just be...content. But, it is too new. Too scary. Too foreign. He does not know it yet. He has not even gathered a taste of it. Not really.
How can someone like him make friends?
Especially when he can hardly remember what has lead him to all of this.
But, maybe, he can try. He can at least get a glimpse of it. There is one individual, he is starting to feel sure of, that seems determined to know him. To be his friend. To, at least, make him feel safer. Even if it was a hoax. Maybe it will be worth it in the end. He doesn't want to be alone. He hadn't minded being left in the swamp. But, he had been alone so long. That much he knows. There was...someone...else. But he is not sure that it was the same. Or, they were only alone together. He doesn't want to be alone together anymore. He wants to be together.
But how can he do it?
Maybe he has to take the first step.
The tiger can feel a desire...deeper than just that longing. He desires safety, too. Security.
But that was likely asking too much.
For now, he would settle with learning. With maybe making a true friend. Even if there are still walls. Walls greater than any mountain. They, maybe, can at least peer through them and give a reassuring wave. A pleasant reminder that they saw each other through the holes and they understood.
He does not know the town very well yet, but the boy is confident enough that he can find his way to Wormwood's home. The tiger travels within the shadows for the most part, not drawing too much attention to himself as he observes the place may now explore freely. How can he find himself fitting in when all he can do is wither away, attention causing him to falter? He doesn't know. But, the boy would have to try if he were to get what he desired. He knows that much. He has to try.
Silently, he walks towards the porch, blinking at it for a few moments. Does he invite himself over? Oh, that seems impolite. Maybe, instead, he will simply sit here. He won't look at the porch either. That would be rude. Creepy, even. He would just wait quietly, and hope. Hope that Wormwood would see him, sitting, facing away from the bottom of the porch with a sheepish expression upon his features.
[member=6881]wormwood.[/member]
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