I was never good at socializing||Weekly task, Reading/writing class

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    THE DETECTIVE;;


    Okay, Henry said he had to hold a lesson of some sort. Right, he could do that...couldn't he? The cub sighed, shakily setting up tables and chairs inside the library. At every seat he set an inkwell, quill, a novel and a stack of writing paper in the middle of it all. At the front of the room was a stool and a large chalkboard. Instead of his usual blue scarf his neck was adorned with a purple tie, he didn't know why but it made him feel more confident.


    He took a breath, giving the room a once over and adjusting a few things before he went outside. His voice was shaking but a loud call echoed through the camp. "Hey uhm if you want to learn how to read and write come to the library!"


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    Being a former human, reading and writing was a necessary skill to have and it was one that he had and mastered in two languages: English and Hebrew. Hearing that Pluto was offering lessons the medic couldn't help but feel rather proud of the by for wanted to share this skill with others. Walking up to the scene with a gentle smile adorning his features, he'd take a seat by Pluto and let out a low, elated sigh before speaking towards the boy's way.
    "I'll watch." The man said softly considering that he already knew how to do both the things being offered. Cocking his head over, Atticus would then ask:
    "Who taught you howta read - I-If y'don't mind me askin'?"


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    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/27

    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/27

    Henry had grown up learning how to read and write. After all, his father said, it would be vital to have a mastery over one's language when he went into politics. Of course, Henry had no interest in politics either was he was young or as an adult, which made his current position rather ironic, he believed. He had fought so hard to do everything his father despised and yet, here he was. He wasn't quite sure if being leader could be defined as 'politics', though. There were certainly political aspects to it but he mostly viewed it as helping the clan run as smoothly as possible. That was all he was there to do. That and to have an orderly chain of command. It wasn't as though he was campaigning or raising money or anything of that sort. It wasn't as though there were parties or he had to worry about which party held the chamber. Nevertheless, he would walk into the library at Pluto's call, wanting to be there in order to support the weekly task he had assigned. "I'll just sit in, if you wouldn't mind," The canine would state with a light smile and nod towards the boy.

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick had never learned to read and write. He was only five months old, so there was still plenty of time, but any stories he knew were all told to him orally. He'd just never really needed to know the skills where he'd lived before, and the only education he'd ever gotten was how to keep his form tight while performing.
    "I wanna learn!" the child called as he skidded over, excited at the opportunity (obviously). While the fact that Pluto and Attie and Henry were all still very much strangers to the boy, and that was quite scary considering what he'd been through, he wanted to know how to read. That way he could learn, right? Books told you how to do anything, from what he'd heard. The prospect was enticing.