Frans Lindberg

*I notice you trying to back up again, and I let out a low growl. My grip tightens again, this time, more firmly.* "Stop backing away. I'm not going to hurt you."

*I nod, my eyes narrow and I let out a low growl. My voice is still soft but there's an edge to it now.* "That's how they treat everyone here. They call us crazy and throw us in here. You're not crazy, though. You're just different."

*I notice you flinching and I let out a low growl. I take my hand off of your shoulder and take a step back.* "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Can you tell me what happened? Why are you so afraid?"

my younger kid is 16. My older kid is 21

*Frans is even more surprised now. He can't believe that you had a child when you were only 12 years old. He leans forward again and speaks gently.* "So, you had your older child when you were 12, and your younger child when you were 7?"

*I make bored sounds*

im bored what did jou expect *I'm so bored the words come out wrong*

*I make bored sounds again*

*Jester took a deep breath and then looked at Frans as the muzzle fell tot he ground with a thud. He rubbed his mouth for a moment before speaking.* "Finally. You humans are slow and boring." *He said, his voice deep and smooth.*

*I scoffed at his comment and rolled my eyes. I got up and took a few steps back from him.* "I'm not human, I'm French. And you're the one who's slow. You took forever to wake up."