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He had been caught -- with a skulk to his posture the teen rolled his shoulders sulkily. He didn't really want to continue down the path their conversation was going, and so easily, converted when Chusi replied. He snickered unkindly at her question - it was more of a scoff than anything -- and he was prepared to follow it up with a snarky trademark teenaged-witticism when her second statement stopped him. More weird, unpronouncable, unknown words. He scowled and looked at her pointedly as if she was doing it on purpose.

Maybe she was.

"Yeah, you do." He shot back, incensed she had used another word he didn't know. But he couldn't leave it, and restly he spoke again: "What's an Arturo? And a Teegley?" He pressed, wondering if either were anything more interesting than 'butterfly'. "I don't know where my parents are, and I don't need them." He replied heatedly, and had he arms he would have crossed them insistently across his chest.