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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Ivan really wasn't sure what reaction he was trying to pull from Kaito, but it wasn't this. Usually people laughed and let it go, since he was a child. As much as he prided himself on the advancements of his mind, he was still a kitten who needed physical stimulation to practice stalking techniques and develop agility. "Well, if it wasn't a prank, I would have shredded your ears instead of tapping you." Ivan defended himself.
Aurum's voice quickly sliced through the gentle mental humming Ivan did to keep himself occupied. He blinked slowly and turned his head to listen. A new friend — was he perhaps Aurum's son? He came from the house and Aurum seemed fond of him. "My name is Ivan. I'm Selby and Moth's son." He introduced himself, quickly stiffening up his bony shoulders at the mention of being taught. Ivan liked to think of himself as self-made and admittedly was too full of himself to accept that he could use guidance, even as he was painfully aware that he needed something like that. "What kind of stuff?"
Aurum's voice quickly sliced through the gentle mental humming Ivan did to keep himself occupied. He blinked slowly and turned his head to listen. A new friend — was he perhaps Aurum's son? He came from the house and Aurum seemed fond of him. "My name is Ivan. I'm Selby and Moth's son." He introduced himself, quickly stiffening up his bony shoulders at the mention of being taught. Ivan liked to think of himself as self-made and admittedly was too full of himself to accept that he could use guidance, even as he was painfully aware that he needed something like that. "What kind of stuff?"