"You have chickens around here?" That earns an open-mouthed gape for a moment or two. Hugh's never even seen a chicken in person before, and he's clearly up for the task of meeting one, judging by the eager gleam in his eye. He hasn't had any experience with farm animals; the only birds he knows are the wild ones, more rare but occasionally spotted here or there back in London.
Putting trust in "Normal" people is a risk. Not because Hugh assumes the worst of people; in fact, he could be considered hopefully naive at times, with the way he'd willingly approach strangers around the city. It's because even the most well-meaning people might sway if presented with the right scenario.
But he's not really sure there's any other option than to continue trusting this stranger. Hugh knows he can't run and survive in the woods forever. And he doesn't want to do that. The prospect of living with Cricket is much, much brighter.
He moves to sit beside the older, drawing his hands into his lap and listening to him. It's when Cricket gets to the bit about them passing for kin that the boy blinks, eyes widening slightly.
"You'd really tell people we're kin?"
It startles him -- not in a bad way. It's simply a concept he never really pictured for himself. Even just to play the part of someone's family member is nothing he'd ever imagined. His bees are the only family he's ever really had, or has any memory of. He can't hide the hopefulness there in his expression, eyes wide and yearning, even if shyly, towards the idea.
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Once again I have to apologise; RL slammed me this month. If this is too late, no worries at all!!
Date: 2019-06-22 03:25 am (UTC)Putting trust in "Normal" people is a risk. Not because Hugh assumes the worst of people; in fact, he could be considered hopefully naive at times, with the way he'd willingly approach strangers around the city. It's because even the most well-meaning people might sway if presented with the right scenario.
But he's not really sure there's any other option than to continue trusting this stranger. Hugh knows he can't run and survive in the woods forever. And he doesn't want to do that. The prospect of living with Cricket is much, much brighter.
He moves to sit beside the older, drawing his hands into his lap and listening to him. It's when Cricket gets to the bit about them passing for kin that the boy blinks, eyes widening slightly.
"You'd really tell people we're kin?"
It startles him -- not in a bad way. It's simply a concept he never really pictured for himself. Even just to play the part of someone's family member is nothing he'd ever imagined. His bees are the only family he's ever really had, or has any memory of. He can't hide the hopefulness there in his expression, eyes wide and yearning, even if shyly, towards the idea.