#polishedelectrode

Herman was tall for his age, standing at a solid 3’4” when he was six. He did not have many friends, but he did know this one girl. He thought she looked nice and was very smart. She knew all the things about plants and such. Having spotted her in the park near their houses, he made his way over. He hadn’t started shouting until he had been taken by the entity later in life.

“Claud? What are those thingies?” Herman pointed to the patch of unusually shaped flowers in the grass.

Claudette followed his finger, looking to the spot he was pointing. Her face lit up when she realised he was asking about her brightly coloured flowers.

“Monarda!” she exclaimed, “beak birds like those!”

She had a habit of calling hummingbirds ‘beak birds’, something her mother would giggle about and correct. She looked back to the taller boy, eyes lit up excitedly. She was sitting cross legged in front of her make-shift garden. Her science kit beside her.

Was he honestly about to cry, or was this some sort of cunning move to pull at his heartstrings? It doesn’t matter; Philip is not so cruel to leave a man sniffling like that. Not Herman, at least. 

Of course I like you, he signs with a long gurgle, I just... don’t react too well to situations I’ve never experienced before... Apologies if I came off as too harsh.

Touch Ask Meme

Claudette took the thermometer from the man’s mouth, seeing the 39°C. Yes, he certainly had a fever. It was the season after all, even if the snow seemed to have melted; the shift in temperature could certainly have caused it. Either way, she placed a damp towel over his forehead and gently patted his chest.

You are asking the wrong person, Herman, because I have no idea.

He just shoves one of said ‘sticks’ between the doctor’s teeth, and promptly ingurgitates another two.