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Ezra had picked up early and fast that Griffin and his tribe posed against the threat of curious pressing. He kept his lips shut, only smiling when he ambled towards a smiling Kevin, and continued to tune his ears to a solemn Griffin in silence. He swallowed a lump in his throat when the man's voice grew pointedly firm upon telling his memory. Eight years old, Ezra's thoughts were loud but he did not fight them back, letting them swarm around his head instead in a collection of memories from when he was barely ten. He nodded vigorously as Kevin beamed at him, mouth open and ready to teach him the mechanics.
"Does your...status," Ezra began with a wise, deliberate choice to his words. Right now, he wished to remain off Griffin's angry side, especially the tribe's. "...Have anything to do with this mansion you're housing the kids with? Like, with your dad and everything..." Ezra tensed his shoulders in preparation of getting yelled at. No one could blame him if he wanted to know just a bit more about people who are going to be looking after him, right?
"Does your...status," Ezra began with a wise, deliberate choice to his words. Right now, he wished to remain off Griffin's angry side, especially the tribe's. "...Have anything to do with this mansion you're housing the kids with? Like, with your dad and everything..." Ezra tensed his shoulders in preparation of getting yelled at. No one could blame him if he wanted to know just a bit more about people who are going to be looking after him, right?