Two, three hundred what? Kilograms? Why is he asking for his weight? That doesn't make sense. There's no way he looks like he weighs three hundred kilograms. He doesn't even weigh fifty four.
He begrudgingly begins sorting through the seed packets.
"Because I only found out a few months ago, after my mom died."
A heavy pause and a breath.
"Timber taught me what I was. And he protects... protected me. From everything that tried to get me. From Troubles to people."
Any packets of the aforementioned herbs get gently tossed into a smile pile to his left as he continues to sort.
"Now I guess I'm here on my own. I only learned to avoid people and layer my clothes. I never needed to do anything else. Though I did grow up surrounded by lots of flowers. Probably because of my scent."
He eyes Fandaniel carefully for a moment, wondering if he should ask.
...Yea, it's going to bother him too much if he doesn't.
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He begrudgingly begins sorting through the seed packets.
"Because I only found out a few months ago, after my mom died."
A heavy pause and a breath.
"Timber taught me what I was. And he protects... protected me. From everything that tried to get me. From Troubles to people."
Any packets of the aforementioned herbs get gently tossed into a smile pile to his left as he continues to sort.
"Now I guess I'm here on my own. I only learned to avoid people and layer my clothes. I never needed to do anything else. Though I did grow up surrounded by lots of flowers. Probably because of my scent."
He eyes Fandaniel carefully for a moment, wondering if he should ask.
...Yea, it's going to bother him too much if he doesn't.
"What do you mean by 'two or three hundred'?"