Maybe it's a good thing he communicates mostly in writing right now. As Disciple crouches down to look at him, he peers back with his eyes faintly glowing and an orange already in his mouth. The peel, like always, doesn't seem to be bothering him. There's some juice already dribbling down his chin.

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