LICHY TRIGGER FINGER ☆ "spanish practice"

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Two very different figures arrived to observe Roan's ill conceived plan to take a beaver as his pet. The first, the cowboy that Roan had been hopelessly curious about when he had first seen him, and the second, his mother, whom he immediately beamed upon seeing. Surely she would love what he had brought! After all, she had Kal and Brunhild, so why couldn't he bring a pet of his own that he had found? His new friend Fluffy would protect him just as well as the crocs. Deciding to do what his mama had taught him was the polite thing, Roan addressed Revolver first, looking towards the older male and taking in his slightly sloppy Spanish. It was slang, which, while something his Mother used, was not the type of careful Spanish she had taught him. Still, he could mostly get the meaning, and that was enough to make the child bounce a little, his wings faintly fluttering behind him. He was getting better and better at understanding! Still, Revolver already had the look on his face of someone who wasn't as at home speaking Spanish as either Roan or his mother, so the child took mercy, speaking in English instead, "Hello, mister cowboy! This is Fluffy! He's my new pet. I was talking to him in Spanish, and he seemed really happy, so I think he'd love coming home and living with me and mama!" The logic seemed so very simple in the child's mind, even if it was a rather roundabout way of justifying dragging a poor beaver along against his will. Still, it was far from the first time that a child had used strange logic to justify their actions.

Turning his attention now to his mother, Roan let out an enthusiastic chirp before moving behind the beaver, pushing him forward. The creature flailed a bit, looking up at Roxanne helplessly. Roan, seemingly unaware of the poor thing's discomfort, said happily to Rox, "Like I said mama, this is Fluffy! I named him that because... well, he's Fluffy! He's real nice, and he likes Spanish. I think he should be our pet, like Kal and Brunhild!" Truly, the two crocs were less like simple pets and more like loyal and watchful protectors and members of the family, but Roan saw them as such because of the way they obediently followed him around – even if that was as a result of his mother's orders. It hadn't even occurred to him that possibly "Fluffy" wanted to remain in the wild, or perhaps even had a family of his own out in some corner of the large island that the Typhoon called home. He had a very one track mind, which would hopefully be something he could grow out of as he got older, if only for the sake of the local wildlife.