Trae hung her head. Cain was right she didnt have a mouth. She then got an idea, she clapped her hands and wrote something else on the paper. Now the paper said "You teach me to talk with mind". Of course her grammer was horibble but she hadnt seen many people write. The dolls learned quickly through watching others. Talking is one major thing they still hadnt figured out.
Vincent shook his head at Circe who shrugged again. He turned his attention to Campbridge.
"Well what now? More cleaning that i know you hate. Or do you have something in mind?"
For once Vincent was out of ideas. He knew a few things he should do. Like find a bath and a place to wash his clothing. Circe and Trae were dirty too now and they needed to be cleaned. He also knew he should probably clean up more, and get on the good side of the owner. Yet he also needed to eat a bit more food and find some water.
Vincent shook his head at Circe who shrugged again. He turned his attention to Campbridge.
"Well what now? More cleaning that i know you hate. Or do you have something in mind?"
For once Vincent was out of ideas. He knew a few things he should do. Like find a bath and a place to wash his clothing. Circe and Trae were dirty too now and they needed to be cleaned. He also knew he should probably clean up more, and get on the good side of the owner. Yet he also needed to eat a bit more food and find some water.