[ He's always loved his father's magic. The confetti from nowhere quickly has light coming back to his eyes despite the terror from earlier and the emotionally charged moment they just had. Unfortunately he cottons onto the fact this story isn't going to be a fun one pretty quickly.
The boy shifts and settles down as told, cross-legged on the floor like when he was younger. Some things really never change.
The shadows come to life, a visual aid to his dad's voice as he spoke. Humans, he said-- like that word meant something to him. Looking from the shadows to his hands, he wonders if that was the word for what they were now. He won't interrupt the story as it's being told, but the gears are turning. Blueberry Milk Cookie didn't raise an idiot.
... Nothing that has the transition "until one day" ends well. He looks up to his father and nods emphatically to show he was still paying attention, and then went back to watching the shadows. ]
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The boy shifts and settles down as told, cross-legged on the floor like when he was younger. Some things really never change.
The shadows come to life, a visual aid to his dad's voice as he spoke. Humans, he said-- like that word meant something to him. Looking from the shadows to his hands, he wonders if that was the word for what they were now. He won't interrupt the story as it's being told, but the gears are turning. Blueberry Milk Cookie didn't raise an idiot.
... Nothing that has the transition "until one day" ends well. He looks up to his father and nods emphatically to show he was still paying attention, and then went back to watching the shadows. ]