Phoenix Maplewood daddy

As if trying to link the word and the idea, he craned his neck, licking at his dark-cloaked shoulder. Timberlake looked back at her just in time for more words to fall out of her mouth, more words he didn't know. Pouting? he mouthed, watching her lips move. Lies, too, was unfamiliar. Timmy didn't really like words; he liked to play more than anything else!

He wondered if this woman would want to play. Did he even really feel like playing, right now?

"I dunno," he finally responded, unable to give any sort of substantive answer to her question. His brows drew together as he stared at her with curious eyes. "Who are you? Do you know where my Daddy is?"