This life is priceless
By that I mean it's worth nothing
Well done. Such a simple task, and already there is praise. Lips twist again, something like a smile spreading over them, instinct or mimicry or something else entirely. Fingers and toes are twitching now, their range of motion being tested, pushed and explored, though everything still at the request. A blush of yellow colours the eyes now, as Osozo's focus shifts from the Voice to their own body.
It takes a moment, the process of finding ones feet for the first time more difficult than it seems, but with some swaying, some stumbling, Osozo manages, standing hunched on two feet. There is a moment to breathe, to catch some balance before they straighten. "If you can." It's just a parrot of the Voice's words, but it still manages to sound smug, endlessly pleased.
It takes a moment, the process of finding ones feet for the first time more difficult than it seems, but with some swaying, some stumbling, Osozo manages, standing hunched on two feet. There is a moment to breathe, to catch some balance before they straighten. "If you can." It's just a parrot of the Voice's words, but it still manages to sound smug, endlessly pleased.
So quit flexing, before you hurt something
OsozO
Base Code by Sky!
