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“Your humming is nice!” Wuyi chirped, popping up in Asteri’s room with all the stealth of a spider.
Unlike a spider, Wuyi left muddy pawsteps all the way from the door. The cub tilted xyr head, left then right, right then left. Xe wondered what Asteri found so interesting about raindrops on a window, but the musing vanished. Daydreams of candy replaced the more logical thoughts. Maybe there’d be candy here! Wuyi’d noticed a lot of people'd started hoarding candy in the last week.
“Do you like sweets?” the cub blurted out. Xe trotted closer and flumped in front of her.
Xe took a deep breath, until the cub’s chest quivered and looked fit to burst. Then all xyr words tumbled out of xyr mouth. “What’s your name?”
“My name’s Wuyi! I like sweets! But I like stories and songs, too. You hum really nice. So you have to have a nice voice for storytelling, right? Do you get a good singing voice from eating honey? I heard it’s good for your throat when you’re sick, but maybe it makes people better at singing. Like, wham bam thank you ma’am, I’ll take some singing skill mixed in with my honey, please!”
Wuyi gasped at the end, breathing in shallow breathes like xe'd forgotten how to breathe. This always happened when meeting someone new, of course, and Wuyi'd gotten used to xyr own idiosyncrasy, so much so that xe didn't question why nobody else had this problem.
Unlike a spider, Wuyi left muddy pawsteps all the way from the door. The cub tilted xyr head, left then right, right then left. Xe wondered what Asteri found so interesting about raindrops on a window, but the musing vanished. Daydreams of candy replaced the more logical thoughts. Maybe there’d be candy here! Wuyi’d noticed a lot of people'd started hoarding candy in the last week.
“Do you like sweets?” the cub blurted out. Xe trotted closer and flumped in front of her.
Xe took a deep breath, until the cub’s chest quivered and looked fit to burst. Then all xyr words tumbled out of xyr mouth. “What’s your name?”
“My name’s Wuyi! I like sweets! But I like stories and songs, too. You hum really nice. So you have to have a nice voice for storytelling, right? Do you get a good singing voice from eating honey? I heard it’s good for your throat when you’re sick, but maybe it makes people better at singing. Like, wham bam thank you ma’am, I’ll take some singing skill mixed in with my honey, please!”
Wuyi gasped at the end, breathing in shallow breathes like xe'd forgotten how to breathe. This always happened when meeting someone new, of course, and Wuyi'd gotten used to xyr own idiosyncrasy, so much so that xe didn't question why nobody else had this problem.