[He wanted to ask questions. What happened? How did you guys get separated? How did you meet? Why are you friends with a devil? Does he eat people? The older boy told him to name the first thing that popped into his head but that would mean there was nothing there to begin with. Unfortunately, his mind was filled with things he wanted - and none of it was anything this random person could give him.]
[After a long moment, he mumbled,] It's Samaritan.
[He spoke up with what he asked next, though.]
Can I touch him?
[Because, really, when else would he get a chance to go to school and tell everyone that he got to touch a devil? That it barked like a dog and was crying, had a chainsaw stuck in his head and a tail like the starter cord? Squatting down from his position, he got to an even level with the other boy, the side of his bag dropping to the ground.]
I never saw a devil before. I thought they were bigger.
[And, hesitant in case his one request is denied, he reached out his hand, eager to try petting the back of the devil's body and feel that soft fur once more.]
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[After a long moment, he mumbled,] It's Samaritan.
[He spoke up with what he asked next, though.]
Can I touch him?
[Because, really, when else would he get a chance to go to school and tell everyone that he got to touch a devil? That it barked like a dog and was crying, had a chainsaw stuck in his head and a tail like the starter cord? Squatting down from his position, he got to an even level with the other boy, the side of his bag dropping to the ground.]
I never saw a devil before. I thought they were bigger.
[And, hesitant in case his one request is denied, he reached out his hand, eager to try petting the back of the devil's body and feel that soft fur once more.]