Stavanger Bay down by the bay

mom? <3 

isengrim didn't exactly know how to say his name. as much as the boy tried, he could not get past the combination of so many sounds and the complex use of his tongue that was required. 

"eshhhh," brow furrowed, he looked completely focused in the task of properly sounding out his name while staring almost grudgingly at his feet. " -- imm grin .. grim," no matter the variations he spoke, none sounded like his mother and father called him. 

"moooooom?" he whined his mother's name in the end, after what seemed like hours of attempting; thoroughly peeved at the fact his tongue seemed incapable of doing its job. flopping over -- far too dramatically -- he lay playing dead (tongue stuck out and all) until his resident caretaker would take pity upon his mopey state and do something fun. the boy had far too little an attention span, even for his age and he found himself constantly restless within the confines of the Stone Dead. 

even when @Doe was around to play with him, she was often whisked away to do whatever the big people seemed to do in their spare time (?? it was a great mystery to him), leaving him to have to concern himself with his sister and the Invaders. it was not pleasing at all, and he found himself building a small rock collection (A ROCK COLLECTION !!) in the hours he found plain. this too, did not please him in the slightest nor arouse any feeling whatsoever of elation.

sighing, the boy attempted and stumbled on his name again; calling dejectedly and quite shrilly on his mother once more.