08-20-2016, 07:24 PM
Ah, it was so great to be out today. The brilliant sun beat down on his golden coat as he lay listless and carefree upon the soft bed of crushed foliage, hidden within the tallest grasses of the field. It had been a job well done yet again, escaping his family's notice and exiting the meadow they called home. He did think he was getting better at that. Or they were growing more slack in their efforts, but more likely he was just getting more awesome.
They periodically came to check on his mental health, using telepathy to speak with him due to his deafness. His growing interest in distance from them and the peace and quiet -yes, quiet- seemed to be of great concern to them, the loud and cheerful bunch that they were. He still wondered at times how terrible a person he must be to lack the ability to hear and yet prefer the silence he found away from his telepathic family. But he shrugged it off. It didn't really matter to him anyway; he was who he was.
He stretched his neck and tugged a few grasses loose, enjoying a slow and lazy snack. Yes, it would be another good day, he could almost sense it.
Baymax sat up, his head peering up over the tops of the high grass, still chewing. He glanced around but didn't see too many others nearby in this less trekked part of the field. After a few more moments of peering out, he looked over his shoulder on a hunch and sure enough, there stood a lovely ebony mare. His mouth stopped chewing as he stared, and he gulped the rest down whole. He wasn't sure if she had said anything but he thought there was a chance she might have noticed him.
Tucking his limbs beneath him, he stood and shook out his mane. His hair was the dark chocolate of a typical buckskin, save for the part that crashed into a splash of white in his coat. Deep brown eyes turned to her again and he approached without a word, holding her gaze with a calmness he suddenly didn't feel anymore, and stopped a fairly short distance from her. He smiled patiently as he waited for her to speak to him, his ears forward curiously but deaf-ly still.
They periodically came to check on his mental health, using telepathy to speak with him due to his deafness. His growing interest in distance from them and the peace and quiet -yes, quiet- seemed to be of great concern to them, the loud and cheerful bunch that they were. He still wondered at times how terrible a person he must be to lack the ability to hear and yet prefer the silence he found away from his telepathic family. But he shrugged it off. It didn't really matter to him anyway; he was who he was.
He stretched his neck and tugged a few grasses loose, enjoying a slow and lazy snack. Yes, it would be another good day, he could almost sense it.
Baymax sat up, his head peering up over the tops of the high grass, still chewing. He glanced around but didn't see too many others nearby in this less trekked part of the field. After a few more moments of peering out, he looked over his shoulder on a hunch and sure enough, there stood a lovely ebony mare. His mouth stopped chewing as he stared, and he gulped the rest down whole. He wasn't sure if she had said anything but he thought there was a chance she might have noticed him.
Tucking his limbs beneath him, he stood and shook out his mane. His hair was the dark chocolate of a typical buckskin, save for the part that crashed into a splash of white in his coat. Deep brown eyes turned to her again and he approached without a word, holding her gaze with a calmness he suddenly didn't feel anymore, and stopped a fairly short distance from her. He smiled patiently as he waited for her to speak to him, his ears forward curiously but deaf-ly still.