( He's listening intently, lidless eyes held wide and focused. It makes sense.... day and night, but belonging to the same place. Shadows move and fall, daylight breaks — they are different, but connected as one.
Oh— "Susu"....? Did he just get a nickname....! )
I feel..... that we are a little sssstrange. My boy hassss many whissssperssss inssside. I think I belong to them all, though I do not know for ssssure.
( There are things he does know inherently, being what he is, but... putting a shape to them takes time. Like Peter's spirit, Susurrus is a confused mixture of hushed sounds, unidentifiable as true words even as they draw closer. But he wants to understand more, wants to grow, even if the concept is presented shyly. )
You are... outsssside a lot. Of your boy. Perhapssss I ssssshould come out more, too.
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Oh— "Susu"....? Did he just get a nickname....! )
I feel..... that we are a little sssstrange. My boy hassss many whissssperssss inssside. I think I belong to them all, though I do not know for ssssure.
( There are things he does know inherently, being what he is, but... putting a shape to them takes time. Like Peter's spirit, Susurrus is a confused mixture of hushed sounds, unidentifiable as true words even as they draw closer. But he wants to understand more, wants to grow, even if the concept is presented shyly. )
You are... outsssside a lot. Of your boy. Perhapssss I ssssshould come out more, too.