STANDING ON THE STARS ☆ room...?

[hushsound.]

It was sort of unfortunate that the first person to show up on the scene was Keona, somebody that Hush had practically no way of communicating with except for speaking. He had picked up a couple of books on Morse code recently, as Goldie has suggested, but he wasn't sure how much that could help Keona, unless someone read them out loud to her. When she came over and asked if he was moving in  he opened his muzzle, about to answer, when she said that he didn't have to speak, which... didn't exactly leave him with many options, now did it? When she mentioned that they should learn that tapping language, he nodded enthusiastically before pausing, realizing that Keona couldn't actually see him nodding. He sighed a bit at himself, frustrated that he kept forgetting about Keona's disability. After all, his muteness could've been considered a disability, and that really should've meant that he was more sensitive to others that also had their own uniqueness to them, not less. While he was thinking about this, Hush flicked one of his ears as Keona mentioned that her Father was a Grim Ray as well. Her father...? He wasn't entirely sure he knew who Keona's father was. He knew her, and found that he rather liked her despite the barrier between the two of them, but he didn't know her Father, unless he had met him without realizing that he was Keona's father.

Deciding that he didn't want to just stare silently at Keona and make her feel awkward, Hush rolled his shoulders before mumbling in his rough voice, wincing a bit as he did every time that he spoke, "Yeah, I'm moving in... I chose the Grim Rays because I'm far better ar fighting than anything else... He then glanced down silently at his paws for a moment, before tilting his head to one side and meowing softly, "Your Dad is a Grim Ray too? Who is your Dad? I don't believe I've ever met him before. At least I don't think I have..." Once he was done speaking, he snapped his jaws shut quickly, shifting his paws a bit anxiously before turning back to the box that he had pulled in. Sticking his head inside of the box, he began to pick up books in his jaws, moving to begin stacking them up in the corner, since he wanted to start organizing right away. He kept his ears perked up, however, intently listening for when Keona responded, or if another person came along, curious about what had gone on in the room of the Tempest, with it's shrieking bats.

[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]