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A grunt of frustration — amped up by play — came from the youth’s throat. Then, he beat against his chest with one hand and made a grabbing motion with the other. He grunted and groaned and still the gleam that came with games and jest sparkled in his brilliant blue eyes. He stomped a foot when the warden didn’t comply immediately, and repeated his gestures and his sounds with much more pomp and circumstance. He jumped a little, copper hair bouncing comically as he did so.
This was easier, right? Better communication. What else could come across as clearly of “I want what you have” then such gestures and verbal grunts?
Well — his little mind could think of something else, but there was no way he could best the warden in a wrestling match
This was easier, right? Better communication. What else could come across as clearly of “I want what you have” then such gestures and verbal grunts?
Well — his little mind could think of something else, but there was no way he could best the warden in a wrestling match
