he swallows hard, unsure how to react, already exhausted from crying earlier, feeling as if his limbs aren't cooperating, like he's been trapped in a block of ice. this all can't be possible. it has to be a dream, some sort of hallucination, someone's playing a trick on him. meeting not just his father but his mother too? he's already in a strange place, already with ears and a tail for some sort of transformation, and his parents are too... whatever this is, he doesn't want to let go of this, doesn't want them to disappear into thin air, which is what he's the most afraid will happen.
he forces his legs to move, taking a halting, unsure step forward, because she's holding his arms out for him, but he doesn't get far as his legs give out and falls to his knees, barely catching himself against the bench with an arm, breath hitching because he doesn't want to cry again. ]
N-niang—?
[ no wait, how does he even address his parents, he doesn't... this isn't one of his uncles. this isn't the same informal feeling. it's different and he stumbles over the words, trying to find the right ones. ]
I'VE NO IDEA HOW HE'D ADDRESS HIS PARENTS BUT HEY...
he swallows hard, unsure how to react, already exhausted from crying earlier, feeling as if his limbs aren't cooperating, like he's been trapped in a block of ice. this all can't be possible. it has to be a dream, some sort of hallucination, someone's playing a trick on him. meeting not just his father but his mother too? he's already in a strange place, already with ears and a tail for some sort of transformation, and his parents are too... whatever this is, he doesn't want to let go of this, doesn't want them to disappear into thin air, which is what he's the most afraid will happen.
he forces his legs to move, taking a halting, unsure step forward, because she's holding his arms out for him, but he doesn't get far as his legs give out and falls to his knees, barely catching himself against the bench with an arm, breath hitching because he doesn't want to cry again. ]
N-niang—?
[ no wait, how does he even address his parents, he doesn't... this isn't one of his uncles. this isn't the same informal feeling. it's different and he stumbles over the words, trying to find the right ones. ]
Fuqin... m... muqin...?