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This was no power discovery, no hidden treasure. No, it was something completely different.
Crispus had accidentally walked by the wrong NPC at the wrong time. Whenever their words were done, they looked down, very embarrased and shocked at the small kit staring up at them. And then, after being sent off with the instructions of "forget what I said", what did he do? Exactly the opposite. As he was walking around clumsily, the serval had slipped, and one single word escaped his mouth. One that he had assumed was meant to be used casually, but especially when someone was mad.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, looking at his scratched up legs that had small burns and blood on them from the ground. The sting of the dust in his wounds made him bite his lip, and he yelled it again from the annoyance of the fall. He could've gone on with his day, but now he had scratches to clean off, putting him a few seconds closer to death. It had drawn eyes towards him, but with the upset look that coated the child's face, the majority hurried on. Yes, Crispus had uncovered a swear word, one of the worst ones to have as a first profanity ever uttered from a being's mouth. Dusting himself off, he sat there, mumbling sentences under his breath laced with the same exact word. Sure, he hated repetitiveness, but this new sound to his dictionary felt odd on his mouth.
But it was displayed on the air by a mouth who was unaware of it's significant badness. Crispus was very curious to the meaning of this word, and soon he'd find that he shouldn't use words without the knowledge of their definition. This wasn't him trying to be rude, it was just the youth doing what he did best: find things out he shouldn't have discovered.
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