01-09-2020, 11:31 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan, truthfully, didn't have very many exciting stories to tell yet. Granted, this was hardly the boy's fault, considering he was still just a youngling of four months and hadn't really had a chance to have any interesting stories to tell yet. Still, it wasn't as if he was just going to pass over the chance to introduce himself to someone new, and he had a couple of stories from his months hanging out with his mother... he was sure he could come up with some sort of exciting twist. Although really, this just reminded him that he needed to get some exciting life stories of his own sometime in the future. All these adults were telling such wild tales of adventure, and here he was at four months old with nothing! Sure, to most four months old was essentially nothing in their eyes, but to Roan? That was his entire life! And he needed something interesting to happen to him, even if he had to make it happen.
Noting this little train of thought for later – whether or not he would ever actually remember it notwithstanding – the kit found himself rushing over to the campfire, taking up his natural position beside his mother. Eyes sparkling with curiosity, the boy watched Ocelot sharpen the stick he had in paw, wondering where exactly he had gotten such a pretty knife. Mama had told him never to play with knives until he was older – and even then, they were only for fights – but he couldn't help but wonder if Ocelot would teach him how to hold one. Noting that away as yet another thing to possibly disappear from his young mind later, Roan spoke with a big smile, "Dia dhuit, mister! My name is Roan Ó Fao... Faoláin-Roux! I don't have many stories, but... there was one time when a turtle got into mama and I's house! It was this real big, real slow turtle, and I named it Sammy! I really liked Sammy, so I tried hiding him in the corner so mama wouldn't take him, but mama found out and told me that Sammy needed to be near the ocean! So Sammy eventually ended up leaving... but I'm glad he's happy now! And I got to see a turtle up close." It was a relatively simple story with not nearly as much excitement as his mother's or Greed's, but the child still found himself smiling proudly as he finished, looking at Ocelot expectantly.
Noting this little train of thought for later – whether or not he would ever actually remember it notwithstanding – the kit found himself rushing over to the campfire, taking up his natural position beside his mother. Eyes sparkling with curiosity, the boy watched Ocelot sharpen the stick he had in paw, wondering where exactly he had gotten such a pretty knife. Mama had told him never to play with knives until he was older – and even then, they were only for fights – but he couldn't help but wonder if Ocelot would teach him how to hold one. Noting that away as yet another thing to possibly disappear from his young mind later, Roan spoke with a big smile, "Dia dhuit, mister! My name is Roan Ó Fao... Faoláin-Roux! I don't have many stories, but... there was one time when a turtle got into mama and I's house! It was this real big, real slow turtle, and I named it Sammy! I really liked Sammy, so I tried hiding him in the corner so mama wouldn't take him, but mama found out and told me that Sammy needed to be near the ocean! So Sammy eventually ended up leaving... but I'm glad he's happy now! And I got to see a turtle up close." It was a relatively simple story with not nearly as much excitement as his mother's or Greed's, but the child still found himself smiling proudly as he finished, looking at Ocelot expectantly.
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