He laughs in response to her explanation, "Luckily I don't think Goose understands much that we say, at least it doesn't seem that way when I'm asking him to wait, not not eat my food." Maybe he just employs selective listening.
"Hmmm," he muses, hands making eddies in the water as they drift through it while he sways and sinks in thought. "I suppose most of them are social," it's a quiet realization, that suggests he's wondering what he's done to himself all these years hiding out. Tried to become a bear perhaps, when he's actually a squirrel raised by a bird.
He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with interest as she details out the rest of her decree on his symbolism. The more she speaks, the broader his lips stretch, something like a quiet laugh beginning to form. Not at her, just the effect of happiness budding in his chest, something she seems especially capable at growing in him. There's something roguish too though, a subtle rebuttal, a boyish nuh uh, you.
"Have you fallen into the very trap I expected you to dispute?" he asks cryptically, splashing idly towards her like a threat that she ought to do better than that or risk an honest wetting. "You say something so broad and sweeping it can't help but fit, right? I'd say most every creature collects things, especially if we're going to include knowledge. How else do you survive?" He shakes his head, much like a dog, droplets flinging from the soaked ends. "It's what I expected you to to bring up when I first talked about symbolism studies. It's too interpretive, don't you think? Too much theory, not enough science. Though it is nice to think I'm as chaotic as a squirrel."
"Hmmm," he muses, hands making eddies in the water as they drift through it while he sways and sinks in thought. "I suppose most of them are social," it's a quiet realization, that suggests he's wondering what he's done to himself all these years hiding out. Tried to become a bear perhaps, when he's actually a squirrel raised by a bird.
He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with interest as she details out the rest of her decree on his symbolism. The more she speaks, the broader his lips stretch, something like a quiet laugh beginning to form. Not at her, just the effect of happiness budding in his chest, something she seems especially capable at growing in him. There's something roguish too though, a subtle rebuttal, a boyish nuh uh, you.
"Have you fallen into the very trap I expected you to dispute?" he asks cryptically, splashing idly towards her like a threat that she ought to do better than that or risk an honest wetting. "You say something so broad and sweeping it can't help but fit, right? I'd say most every creature collects things, especially if we're going to include knowledge. How else do you survive?" He shakes his head, much like a dog, droplets flinging from the soaked ends. "It's what I expected you to to bring up when I first talked about symbolism studies. It's too interpretive, don't you think? Too much theory, not enough science. Though it is nice to think I'm as chaotic as a squirrel."
Iskra
