Ankyra Sound I am the mask you wear

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his spirits deflated somewhat as she bungled the pronunciation his name--but then he perked up again when he realized she knew, at least tangentially, of his existence! and that meant his birth mother hadn't completely dropkicked him out of the family tree like he was the fuckin' brood parasite to her nest of blackbirds. "close enough, yeah!" he was agreeable and would take it. she was still understandably wary of him and his narrative, but he was determined to wedge their kinship into its appropriate cubbyhole by any means possible; he tramped over and attempted to force her into a hug like a housecat trying to embrace the family rabbit.

even if she harshly rebuked him and choke-slammed him into the ground, he would maintain a dopey grin on his face with a tail wagging like bell-clappers as he merrily suggested: "let's go find Gringle!!"