[ there’s something there, dextera thinks. he can’t possibly be fully aware of the effect he has on other people unless they do come straight up to him and demand answers as gen had, but that frightening encounter has proven surprisingly fruitful. he’s learned a lot about someone in just this quick exchange. ]
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[ being stripped of his words mean all the complex thoughts and expressions of logic he’d like to say are an out of reach possibility. he feels even juvenile at times, when he can only communicate in movements of his head and meaningful stares. that’s how this next decision comes about, after standing there in the silence following gen’s quiet addition.
he holds his hand out—which is a little filthy, from digging in the dirt and touching things he shouldn’t be touching—as what he, at least, thinks is an offering of kindness. simple and devoid of all the context of his train of thought, but kindness nonetheless. ]
no subject
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[ being stripped of his words mean all the complex thoughts and expressions of logic he’d like to say are an out of reach possibility. he feels even juvenile at times, when he can only communicate in movements of his head and meaningful stares. that’s how this next decision comes about, after standing there in the silence following gen’s quiet addition.
he holds his hand out—which is a little filthy, from digging in the dirt and touching things he shouldn’t be touching—as what he, at least, thinks is an offering of kindness. simple and devoid of all the context of his train of thought, but kindness nonetheless. ]