Markus held onto Bing with one hand, the other holding his toast. Bread. The thing with honey on it! He wiggled once they were sitting, squeaking when he suddenly heard new noises.
“What’s happening?”, he asked, confused, looking to Bing helplessly. Was that the TV? What did it do? How were there other people’s voices? Was it magic? He couldn’t see it though, so it had to be something humans invented.
Bing started describing what was happening, gently playing with Markus’ hair to help him relax and feel more comfortable with everything. It was definitely something new to the boy and he wanted to help him. He was glad he found the young boy, he could already feel a sense of fatherly love for him, and was glad he was able to protect him.
Markus held onto Bing’s chest with his free hand, eating his bread, toast?, as he listened. He still had no clue what was happening. Though apparently the TV showed other people doing things, and they could see and hear that. Once he was done eating, he started holding onto Bing with both hands, nuzzling against him.
“What’s a TV?… What does it do?..”, he asked quietly. He felt relaxed in Bing’s hold, but he wanted to know.
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