What . . . So — I’m a mistake? .. Already knew that part.. How do their souls interact To make another one exactly?

He’s convinced Moose Is a water bug, covered With hair.. actual good hair.

“Storks — ? that scary looking Bird ? No wonder they’ve always Chased me ! Maybe they’re trying Take me and leave me to a family Who will actually love me instead Of the one they accidentally dropped me in !” A bright smile ... sigh gave him false hope.

“STORKS !? WHERE ARE YOU?!”

He’s already trying to Step in —— though He is a small twelve Year old, cue him Clinging onto her leg. “Stop the violence!” He didn’t want her getting hurt.

“From what I heard — they’re Sent by a bird looking creature..” He’s very gullible as can be seen, Though being the kid that he is He definitely won’t understand the truth of it ... that would be terrifying. “Did you know that?”

“But..” His mood definitely changed, Eye contact now off her as he Lets out a shrug. The tone of His voice became mumbling Once again which was a habit. “It was nice dreaming about it For a minute... thank you..” He was referring to the smile She had caused.

He’s struggling to Open a jar of pickles? Someone come help him Before he ends up having A tantrum then slamming It upon the ground. . .

Definitely. A frustrated Tyson will Huff slapping the tap of The jar about four times Before noticing the other “Do you think you can get it open?” He had asked handing the Jar right over to him with a sigh.

He’ll now hand over The jar of pickles with A sudden excitement, He sure hoped at least she could’ve gotten It open —— a huff now. “I was close to breaking it On the ground , five second rule!”

Socialize? . . . Though some people are scary.

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He’s smacking the Top of a pickles jar Again , —— but not Holding onto it well Enough the jar slipped Glass breaking upon The ground , Tyson flinched.

He had watched as she Cleans up his mess , feeling Awful for causing it before she Had cupped his cheeks in Her hands and hugged him Softly , Tyson returns the hug. Slowly smiling at the mention Of a snack? . . . “A snack would be nice please..”

“Y.. Yeah?..” He was definitely shy when It came to meeting new people. “Just ... made a mess.” A sigh as he looked down The pickles splattered on the Ground and glass everywhere. Tyson was certainly embarrassed.

It isn’t a bad thing To keep your circle small —— Though can be boring. Tyson doesn’t mind being his friend.

He just watched her , Focusing on how she Unscrewed the lid fast And easily— scratching The back of his head. “How did you do that?” He asked taking the jar Back onto his hands in A shocking daze.

He’s here ... and is eating A bag of chips staring at everyone.