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It was clear the boy before him was working on half a brain, for it could not even form a proper word. Stoic was competely oblivious to the fact that the boy was not even a boy, but a baby. If told this, he would have dismissed the fact for when he was a baby, he was already forming intricate sentances.. or so he believed. Walking closer, Stoic was bent on teaching the smaller child how to speak. It couldn't always remain stupid.

"The name is Jack, Jackrabbit," He wore his new name with pride, well, after he had repeated it a few times just to get the hang of it. "What's yours?" He questioned the other, his eyes peering downwards. But it seemed the boy had no intention of talking as he bounded up and down. Even still, Stoic did not make a move. He would have happily played, but he did not know how. He had always just.. tackled his younder siblings without much care but he couldn't really do that to the littler guy. Could he?