[littl3chocobo]

when the boy spoke he spoke freely and the words fell from him like a river after the rain, both abundantly and quickly. he had not known these things beforehand and so said nothing, simply contenting himself to rest against the narrow back and feel the hum of the other's voice through the creamy-pale fabric. when the lad was done speaking he stilled and they both sat there in the sun breathing until he realized he was expected to say something, ".....you are wordy like the monks though i would much rather listen to you than they, thankyou wife"