There’s no condescension in tone, but merely a pleasant disposition. The beast is fast. Amazingly so. Lilthe. Stealthy. A fine creature. It’s all too enjoyable to see he can have fun as well.
Hand extending, it pulls the twig swiftly away lest a game of war begin. Dropping the dead branch, fingers, forced to soften, sift hesitantly through the chocolate coat with approval.
“I take it you play these games often?”
Some might have discredited the notion that he’d harbored the traits of more compliant individuals in the past. He’d been so very exuberant and effervescent, you see.
But it wasn’t as though he’d been needlessly assiduous or incessantly chipper–he was more like a pond. Water–for a short duration of time–can clearly mirror the sky and the trees so long as its surface is undisturbed; the mind can only reflect the true image of the self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed. But conversation was an instigator, and his mind like a turbine: provoked by a very slight breeze or very tumultuous wind.
“ —————– …..Well, sometimes ! ” “ Well, Jake says I shouldn’t … ”
If you’ve ever observed a dog in its most relaxed state, you would have found that the most prevalent mannerisms derive from a condition of dormancy, a stagnant acceptance of the world around them. His tail might wag lethargically, the brindled and flaxen fur at the tip of his spine might sway in reprieve, or perhaps slight anticipation. It was what he was doing now — tail twitching every other word. Every sound, every humble utterance.
" ——– Wait ! “ ” Give that back ! “ ” I’m not done with it yet —- ! “