03-10-2020, 11:10 AM
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Ivan recognized Beck's voice, no matter how faint it was. Maybe he had his slightly larger ears to thank for, but he believed he just naturally was attracted to the voices of people he trusted and -- loved? Loved? Could he really be capable of love? He wasn't sure.
He didn't have to ask what a weekly task was. After some logical deducting, it seemed simple enough. Perhaps Beck was giving out orders to do some voluntary community service. Even though Ivan was barely ten weeks old, he still wanted to give it a try. He'd like to be useful in some sense and although he liked to think of himself as independent, he found that he just simply could not throw himself out into the world alone. He needed a bit of guidance.
So, with these thoughts in mind, Ivan slunk over to be the first to report to the weekly tasks, aligning his small, delicate head upwards to Beck. He didn't smile, but his eyes gleamed with ambition. "I would like one."
/ and a prompt too please
He didn't have to ask what a weekly task was. After some logical deducting, it seemed simple enough. Perhaps Beck was giving out orders to do some voluntary community service. Even though Ivan was barely ten weeks old, he still wanted to give it a try. He'd like to be useful in some sense and although he liked to think of himself as independent, he found that he just simply could not throw himself out into the world alone. He needed a bit of guidance.
So, with these thoughts in mind, Ivan slunk over to be the first to report to the weekly tasks, aligning his small, delicate head upwards to Beck. He didn't smile, but his eyes gleamed with ambition. "I would like one."
/ and a prompt too please