Greatwater Lake Scrawny Motherfucker with a Cool Hairstyle

Wait, really? Disbelief rendered Clarence stunned for a moment - had he really gotten it right, on the first try? He almost couldn't believe it himself, but the other boy was nodding his head and seemed really relieved, and Clarence felt warmth bloom in his chest. Red eyes widened at the reaction, and he was briefly silent, trying to consider what to do. 

But then the other boy spoke. 

One word, a name probably - Aleister. It was pretty, he thought, and repeated it aloud even though the boy wasn't going to hear it. 

Aleister stepped forward, obviously excited, and that was contagious. Clarence's own tail waved like a banner and he play bowed momentarily before popping back up, brows drawn together in sudden confusion. Because he had an important question. 

How was he going to tell this boy his name?

The thought of going nameless was not a new concept to him, but he would really rather not if he could help it. 

So, dumbly, he tried saying his name very slowly. "Claaaaaarennnnnce," he drawled out, hoping by some miracle that Aleister would understand what he meant.