Wheeling Gull Isle east is up

She's certainly a cute little thing, and he cannot help but be charmed by her efforts to make a new friend. Maybe that's not what she's doing though—maybe he's just awkward as hell (which isn't far from the truth) and even a child can tell. Either way, they're having some kind of conversation and his ears flip about, eager to catch more sounds and try to repeat them.

Her name comes next, or he assumes as much. Fern. It's fitting, he thinks.

Fff, Mou starts, Fff—ffern, It helps that her name is composed of easily pronounced sounds. He feels a sense of accomplishment once he's said it, and repeats it with a smile on his lips, Fern! But then he pauses, realizing a little too late that he can't exactly introduce himself. Everyone refers to him as Mou, but he can't say it.

He tries anyways, and manages to wheeze, Mmm, Mmuh, almost like he's trying to say mom, but he comes off sounding like a zombie or even Shelley's monster, Frankenstein.