06-28-2018, 04:37 PM
[div style="width: 45%; text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:13pt;"]Name, he hadn't really thought about that in a while, a small flash of his old baby blanket, the word embroidered on the bottom left corner. He supposed he actually needed a name now, since he wasn't a faceless 'mutant' punching bag on the streets.
"Davet." His voice was small and hoarse, a group of muscles rarely used if at all. Forming words was odd, hearing himself was worse. His throat scratched from just that one word.
When placed in the chair, he nearly fell out of it, grabbing onto the underside of the table. "At this point I'm going to need a seatbelt." He joked, though the tone was hard to pick up. The word choice was what would give it away.
She was actually going to feed him, and his mouth watered at the prospect of possibly eating real food. Soup or rice, soup or rice. She had suggested both of them and he was hungry enough. "Both please."
"Davet." His voice was small and hoarse, a group of muscles rarely used if at all. Forming words was odd, hearing himself was worse. His throat scratched from just that one word.
When placed in the chair, he nearly fell out of it, grabbing onto the underside of the table. "At this point I'm going to need a seatbelt." He joked, though the tone was hard to pick up. The word choice was what would give it away.
She was actually going to feed him, and his mouth watered at the prospect of possibly eating real food. Soup or rice, soup or rice. She had suggested both of them and he was hungry enough. "Both please."