10-02-2019, 02:30 PM
When Crowley came up beside him, pointing out that he was overdoing it a bit with his rapid fire questions, Worm felt a faint blush come up beneath his fur, smiling sheepishly over at the demon. He really did often end up talking more than anyone else, though it wasn't exactly intentional. He had just been deprived of common socialize often when he had been just a cub, and as a result he had ended up often talking to people longer than most others would. That was part of the reason that he had gotten to know Kamara so well before anyone else, although now he supposed it didn't matter, since Kamara had left so recently after being yelled at. The thought of the female made him frown a bit, a familiar feeling of aggravation gripping him. He didn't regret yelling at her, even if he hadn't really been in control of himself when he attacked Roman – they had been in the right, and Kamara hadn't known what she was talking about. Still, it was hard to see anybody leave Tanglewood, even if she had been only a visitor in their group. Thankfully, it seemed as though anybody who had left was being replaced with new fresh faced members, such as Echo, right in front of him.
When she spoke back to him with bis own voice again, he felt his ears pin back a little at the strangeness of it all. He really wasn't used to be spoken back to in the exact same voice that he spoke to others with, but he could get used to it if Echo did end up joining. When she questioned him about talking back to others, he blinked in confusion for a moment before his gaze widened in realization. She couldn't say her name without him saying it first. That made him pause for a long moment, since he wasn't sure how to say her name without knowing it first, and he finally turned to Crowley, questioning the other as he shifted his wings upon his golden back, "How am I supposed to say her name when I don't know it? I guess I never considered trying to talk to somebody who can only echo your words..." Luckiky for the chaser, in his confused questioning of the fallen angel, he had actually said Echo's name on accident. It was sort of an interesting irony of the universe that Echo's name was something to describe what she did in terms of speaking, or perhaps that was intentional. After all, Wormwood had no idea what Echo's past had been before arriving on this shore, and he wasn't aware of who possibly could have named her. After all, she came from the sea. He didn't even know what really lived beneath the sea, besides things that he had read about that were theoretically beneath the sea.
When she spoke back to him with bis own voice again, he felt his ears pin back a little at the strangeness of it all. He really wasn't used to be spoken back to in the exact same voice that he spoke to others with, but he could get used to it if Echo did end up joining. When she questioned him about talking back to others, he blinked in confusion for a moment before his gaze widened in realization. She couldn't say her name without him saying it first. That made him pause for a long moment, since he wasn't sure how to say her name without knowing it first, and he finally turned to Crowley, questioning the other as he shifted his wings upon his golden back, "How am I supposed to say her name when I don't know it? I guess I never considered trying to talk to somebody who can only echo your words..." Luckiky for the chaser, in his confused questioning of the fallen angel, he had actually said Echo's name on accident. It was sort of an interesting irony of the universe that Echo's name was something to describe what she did in terms of speaking, or perhaps that was intentional. After all, Wormwood had no idea what Echo's past had been before arriving on this shore, and he wasn't aware of who possibly could have named her. After all, she came from the sea. He didn't even know what really lived beneath the sea, besides things that he had read about that were theoretically beneath the sea.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan