What a weird little guy Octo is! No ones ever seen his caregiver before. How COOL is that!? Though, its not like he needs one anyways, Octo gets by just fine. Any little would feel incompetent just standing next to him. But what they dont realize, i...
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"Wait...so your name is actually Demilade?" I asked, baffled. He winced, a hand coming up to cover his face.
"That's not exactly how you say it, but yeah."
We turned a corner, pushing through another set of double doors that led us into a quieter part of the wing. The Resident escorting us warned us not to walk to far ahead of them, to which Demilade gave a thumbs up.
"So then it's not Demi?"
"What? Demi is just a short version of Demilade. How did that never occur to you?" he asked in disbelief. I shrugged.
"You know, you never actually introduced yourself to me." his brows shot up. "Yeah. The first time I heard your name was from Gilbert and he sure didn't say the full thing."
"Ah. That makes sense." he nodded. "I never actually got your name either. Though I do hear people call you Octo, so that's what I went with."
"That is my name. It's also the shorter version." I said, already dreading where this conversation was headed.
"Really? What on earth could 'Octo' be short for?" he asked in an incredulous tone, which I couldn't help but laugh at because ever since I met him, he always sounded so sure of himself.
"Don't freak out, but my full name is Trivoctonimer." I said, deciding to just come out with it. With any luck, Demilade would choose to be mature about it. I chanced a look in his direction.
"Wh-!" he began, then stole a glance at me. Very expertly, his expression turned from one of utter shock to a muted surprise. "Hm. Interesting."
His reaction was refreshing to say the least. Even though I could tell he was taken aback by it. I nudged him with my elbow. "Thanks for that."
"For what? Not insulting you by openly thinking your name is weird?"
"Everyone does it." I said with an eye roll. He sighed and shook his head.
"Can't be helped. Doesn't make it any less stupid, though." I peered at him, a smile tugging at my lips.
"People mispronounce your name often?" I guessed.
"I'm from England. Of course they do!" he exclaimed with an exaggerated tone.
"That must be awful, dude." I said with utmost sincerity. The corridor ended in a long staircase with a sign next to it; This way to the Sick Bay which was quite helpful because I was beginning to the think we were walking in circles. I traced the snowflake patterns on the walls as we ascended the stairs.
"Hey did you ever find out who your Caregiver was?" Demilade asked, a few steps behind. He walked slowly and with purpose while I ran two stairs at a time. I caught myself and spun round to face him.
"My Caregiver? What do you mean?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"Um, you remember during Bonding? You asked me something about that. I'll admit, I didn't really answer your questions well. For that, I apologize, but I was preoccupied with Gilbert and finding a good Caregiver-In-Training." he explained, sheepishly pushing his glasses up on his nose.
