Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

The slime was somewhat proud since it noticed that the woman was content with the response to her lessons, but also felt a bit of a pause when she touched the slime's hair. Maybe it needed a change, but for that the slime would need to check how hair was and then shift it, something that unnerved the woman before. The slime set those thought aside, as the woman was moving on harder lessons. Rice. Inside. Pot the slime nodded, there were other words in the language the woman spoke that added nuance or helped ironing things out, but that would come with use once the slime knew the basics. Pot inside house added, looking for a smile or a nod that confirmed it had the notion right. The next word was harder to handle, it wasn't about material size or position, but about the absence of something material. Nothing the slime muttered, unsure. Taking one blueberry more, the slime left in on the table. Blueberry table it said, then taking it and eating it added. Nothing table looking once more for confirmation. Getting to learn next, behind and front was easy enough after the explanation, knowing that the thing used by the woman was a barrier or barricade. Maybe it depended on the use, like food. The slime also got the word Emaline that seemed to describe the woman, but there were things still to be learned before the slime could get into that notion in detail. Know table bigger seat. Know barricade inside house the slime tried to use that new notion about the things it understood, tried to use it in new ways. Know smallest language. Emaline know biggest language the slime said, using the size in a quite broad manner. When it came to explain the notion of what was not known and the questions, many new words were presented to the slime, who tried to parse them all in silence. Like a stone faced spectator, the slime looked at the woman's explanations, adding new ideas to the language it knew, but it was as confusing as interesting. You. Me. Different the slime said. Pot. Seat. Different continued. Biggest. Smallest. Differentest. Opposite tried to structure, garnering from the woman's reactions if it was in the right way. Known opposite unknown the slime paused after that, working with a few words that the woman had said but not explained, trying to learn meaning from their usage. Pot. What. Rice. What. Table. What the slime repeated. Emaline. Who added afterwards. What different who the slime was starting to feel uncomfortable exploring the notion. As language gave shape to ideas and focused them, the slime started to better understand the difference between what and who, thing and person. It felt bad for eating persons, but not for eating blueberries. But that arose a question, since it was different from the woman, even her said so. You Emaline. Me different you the slime said, its voice sounding lower, even if the expression barely changed it seemed unsteady, doubtful. You Emaline, you who nodded. Me who? Me what? the slime asked, sounding vulnerable. Me unknown. Me unknown. Me unknown repeated, feeling horrible. How to share its troubles with Emaline was difficult with the limited language it had, but wanted to try. Me different, me what. Me... house nothing inside the slime tried to explain. Me eat. No blueberry. No rice. Me eat... me the slime touched the face it was wearing. Me who eat. Me... the slime doubted, but tried to use a few words from their first meeting. Me hunting instincts tried to find an excuse, an explanation, even if it was a poor one. Every feeling was new for the slime and felt overwhelming, as it was the first time it shared the guilt with someone else. Me nothing. Me empty... it muttered, clearly in trouble despite the lack of ability to show expressions on that borrowed face.