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was_no_mononoke[it's been a few full moons since he first met his people; long enough for his back to stop hurting and for the little bird—for Yuki—to start walking without her weird legthing. she visits him, sometimes, and sometimes he visits them, and every time he sees them it makes him happier than he can ever remember being before.
...it's embarrassing, though. he can understand them almost perfectly now; there aren't any holes when they speak, and he doesn't have to wait for what they say to make sense anymore... but they still can't understand him! not unless he stops and acts out what he wants, but it takes forever and even then they still don't always get it.
he hates it, and that's why he's been practicing talking like they do.
it's so much harder than he thought it would be, though. even if he can understand their words, he can barely understand his own! his voice sounds all wrong, and he can't make half the sounds right, and it's almost as frustrating as not being understood in the first place is. that's why he only practices in one place: by the water. it talks to itself, too; the water going over rocks as it rushes along is a constant murmur that serves to cover up his own mutterings, so nobody can hear them but him.
right now, he's washing off the mess from that afternoon's kill and working on names.]
...Yu...ki? ...Rrgh.
...it's embarrassing, though. he can understand them almost perfectly now; there aren't any holes when they speak, and he doesn't have to wait for what they say to make sense anymore... but they still can't understand him! not unless he stops and acts out what he wants, but it takes forever and even then they still don't always get it.
he hates it, and that's why he's been practicing talking like they do.
it's so much harder than he thought it would be, though. even if he can understand their words, he can barely understand his own! his voice sounds all wrong, and he can't make half the sounds right, and it's almost as frustrating as not being understood in the first place is. that's why he only practices in one place: by the water. it talks to itself, too; the water going over rocks as it rushes along is a constant murmur that serves to cover up his own mutterings, so nobody can hear them but him.
right now, he's washing off the mess from that afternoon's kill and working on names.]
...Yu...ki? ...Rrgh.
