#truthfinding

                surprise is quick to flicker o’er visage , eyes to blink twice as attention turns from touya to the object he’s held out , apparently expecting it to be taken  ----  a gift , for his birthday clearly and he’s . . .  it’s unexpected.  quite some time has passed since another has bothered with him beyond brief , superficial conversation    (  &  in that , a long time since he’s bothered as well , death - bringing boy , ill - harboring boy ; he is best left to his own devices , loneliness preferable to a blood that won’t wash out  )   thus the last gift he’s received , ignoring the objects his darling pokemon bring about now and again , would have been . . .  yet another bribe from mother dearest , father fairest ; we can buy your love , they seemed to say with every absence , every shiny new toy.  

                -----  but this isn’t that.  less selfish , more sincere , or at least it appears as such and there is a small smile , sheepish in nature that makes way unto visage as hand is outstretched , taking offered bell from newly made friend    (  there are butterflies in his stomach  &  moths in his lungs ; he’s scared to feel too happy  )    with an embarrassed thanks already spilling from lips.