Momentary Response

Suern was a walking miracle case. Eyes pink and wide to the world, never spoke a word, and yet, still a vaguely sociable being. It always puzzled the group, especially while indoors in the apartment. In ways such like:

“Hey Rosary! May I ask what you think I should add in this?” Eleanor called for him, asking for meal advice. A momentary pause once tasting the meal, and then a strut towards the spice cabinet. With a timely decision, a dash of pepper was added. A retaste, and a nod. Eleanor took a sip following, before humming in a singy-songy tune, “I’m not sure how you do it~!”

“Suern.” A pause, before a rose bouquet being presented. He blushed. “Not for you, pfft,” Amber laughed, before continuing, “Do you think she’ll like them? They’re white and pink, her favorite rose colors.” He paused, nodding, before signing with his hands. “Yes, pink means friendship. Not everything we do is a romantic gesture, geez.” Scoffing, Amber slugged the white haired boy.

“U-uhm, Suern… may I ask you something?” The small, monochromatic Witch asked, quietly waiting. With a nod, he continued. “Do uhm… no, uh… Am I a b-bad person?” A particularly pregnant pause, before Suern initiated a hug. Orren started to weep shortly after.

“C’mere nerd!” Gant shouted, glancing elsewhere before looking up at the person she summoned. “Okay okay okay, soooooo, can you try on this dress for me?” A mix of a “huh?!” and a “what???” was gestured, but before long, the prophecy had come to: Suern was Gant’s model, and she reveled in it greatly.

“Dude, dude, look at this shit.” Vixxin spun a pencil around his thumb consistently. Suern found it in him to clap, boosting the goon’s stupid-big ego, and all with a huge smile on his face. “Fuck yeah dude!! You get this rad shit!” Suern smiled, not knowing what was going on anymore.

And all without talking. Not that it bothered anyone, though. That was before he muttered his first phrase in response to something. Something truly… stupid.

“Hey hey HEY!!!” Gant interrogated Vixxin. “Can we not do Pineapple on pizza♡?” The heart wasn’t there but it read almost passive aggressively, because it was. The bat had gotten tired of the fox’s favorite topping, officially, and was letting the world know. “In fact, it sucks. A lot. So can we not have it, Viktor~?”

“But I like it…” The fox Animalistic whimpered.
“Too bad, I don’t!!!” The bat Animalistic shouted back.
“Can you two quiet down please…?” A voice croaked drowsily.

The two turned, having been mid-discussion, to the boy in pink pajamas.
And screamed in excitement for the next hour about what they heard.
And Suern came to very much so regret saying much of anything.

It hardly mattered what they were talking about anymore because Suern!! Spoke!! 
And they were very, very excited. 
They practically told everyone else in the house about their splendor, of how the air made Suern’s cadence come to them!

Eleanor laughed softly.
Amber told the two to lay off.
Orren seemed happy for Suern.
Gant and Vix were, well, celebrating.

And Suern?
He contemplated speaking more, if it was truly safe to.