And- I can't say he's told me this, it's just a guess...
A short pause as he looks down at his brother.
He probably called you Yellow because he needed something to call you, but you weren't John 'yet'.
He keeps petting and scritching and keeps his voice low and steady.
Choosing the name John was an important part of becoming who I am, being someone who was different from the King in Yellow. It was a choice in and of itself. And if you were ever going to grow into someone, you needed the chance to make that choice.
He looks down.
A seed isn't better than a plant. But they have different names for a reason.
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John nods.
And- I can't say he's told me this, it's just a guess...
A short pause as he looks down at his brother.
He probably called you Yellow because he needed something to call you, but you weren't John 'yet'.
He keeps petting and scritching and keeps his voice low and steady.
Choosing the name John was an important part of becoming who I am, being someone who was different from the King in Yellow. It was a choice in and of itself. And if you were ever going to grow into someone, you needed the chance to make that choice.
He looks down.
A seed isn't better than a plant. But they have different names for a reason.
He smiles a little.
I'm glad you're Edwin. My brother.
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Aloud, since it won't carry all the complicated everything he's suddenly feeling:
"I-I like Mucha."
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"I do too. They're both good."