kaimana
they say we are what we are, but we don't have to be
You sit in perhaps the least dignified way possible, your legs tucked in front of you, knees akimbo, spinning a blade of grass between your fingers before popping it into your mouth. But for all your apparent distraction you're taking this seriously, listening intently to the Oliver's story.
Slowly you nod, more in comprehension than anything else. "Well... Do you wanna remember? An' if you do, what're you usually doin' when you remember things?" Absently you poke at one of the mushrooms that has sprung up near your feet, enticing it to dance. "I'll remember things when my Dama decides I finished my assignment- but until then I've just gonna keep doin' the things I think I'm s'posed to. So maybe you gotta figure out what you're s'posed to do, an' then you'll remember why"
Slowly you nod, more in comprehension than anything else. "Well... Do you wanna remember? An' if you do, what're you usually doin' when you remember things?" Absently you poke at one of the mushrooms that has sprung up near your feet, enticing it to dance. "I'll remember things when my Dama decides I finished my assignment- but until then I've just gonna keep doin' the things I think I'm s'posed to. So maybe you gotta figure out what you're s'posed to do, an' then you'll remember why"
