Wheeling Gull Isle i am clawing at porcelain

I know. He is so wonderful, haha. Love him so much <3

Tapat let out a happy whine in glee when the other said he did well. His tail wagged along with his front paws moving in excitement. It was almost like a happy puppy. Basically, the boy was still a puppy. The pallid boy had forgotten about the whole ordeal from before. He didn't think that Arturo was dead, but when he looked at the other and thought 'Arturo' somewhere in his brain it said it was wrong. Tapat decided to disregard it as he did a good job and he was extremely happy about it.

The boy was asked what he was named. Surely, Arturo knew his name? Wait, no. Not Arturo? He blinked at the other for a second when he realized that the other must have forgotten like him! So he would help him remember like the others would help him remember. "I'm Tapat!," he spoke enthusiastically. His head carried a bit higher now he had done something right. "Why are the plants like that in the sun? Can we eat it?"