Smith Doe
Escaped Psychopath
Hmm, Iya had a point. Smith had not yet spoken his name, of course he didn't know his real name as only mother knew that and she threw him out of heaven hoping he would die. Even his dad didn't like him around, he was mean. The people at the white walled place called him Smith, or Doe, but mostly Smith so he figured that was his real name, Smith Doe. "Smith Doe! I know no other name to be summoned by."
Smith looked at the hand offered to him, he wasn't one to eat blood like the beloved penny-man Iya. Did Iya not realize this? Well, he'd have to explain in the common 'normal' language most people around here spoke in. He wrapped his arms around Iya again and then slowly let go. "Thank you, but I don't eat like you. And, momma threw me away, she said I was like papa. Papa shares with others unless he claims as his own, then no one else is supposed to have them, he calls it..." He had to think for a moment. What was it called? All of his dad's lovers. There was an actual name for it. Aha! "Harem! He calls it harem. So if momma said I am like my dad, shouldn't I get one too? Or, how do the normal people do it out here?" His stomach growled and his brain was about to a breaking point. He had a massive headache as he hadn't spoken so much in the normal people's way of talking in so long.
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