Snippet #2040970

Lacross scoffed at the question. His mother he barly knew from her passing away from illness. Although she was kind to hi, she had also been very sickly from what he remembered. He grabbed another piece of paper and started to sketch. First was the woman, then himself and then another male. The other male was slightly taller then he was and wearing a business suit. He also drew of pup of some kind under himself and and arrow coming from the other male and and connecting arrow to the woman and the other male, trying to say that the man and woman were siblings.

Then again, not being able to speak made him agitated. Lacross placed the picture in front of molly and started to pace around the table on all fours. Usually, he would be able to speak be now. Too many people, too many unfamiliar faces. Some stared and snickered at him, others he could hear mocking him for what he was. He never liked most people; always judgmental to those they don't understand and trying to change it in to something that they can. Never changing themselves and chattering about crap no one care for or mocking differences.

"Hey beast boy! Want a dog treat?" He heard one call out to him. Lacross ignored to comment while the rest of the room started to laugh and the nurse trying to settle them down. He laid under the table, watching everyone while hiding where he was. He didn't want another outburst, but if he were to be touched...all bets were off.