Tang always told not to ramble or be too loud.
Most of the time, he didn't even notice the sudden rise in his voice. He just wanted to share everything crowding his brain, was that so bad?
Was he really that annoying?
Tang liked listening to people ramble, even if sometimes he understood basically nothing.
Why was it bad if he did the same? It wasn't fair, it hurt. Tang just wanted to speak. He wanted to share his discoveries. He wanted to laugh out loud.
Were his ramblings really so wrong?
Pigsy didn't seem to think so. If anything, he seemed to like it. The chef would cook, humming and nodding along to the scholar.
And Tang was beyond relieved with each day that passed where Pigsy didn't try to keep him silent.
"I...I sure do talk a lot, huh?" The man adjusted his glasses nervously. Pigsy hummed, "Yep. So what did'ya read about t'day?"
Tang happily told him, taking as long as he needed to simply talk.
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Grow Up, Little One
FanfictionLMK one-shots based off of some of my own childhood experiences to build on headcannons, character arcs, and who each of them are as a whole!
