Re: log: the woods - wren/adrian
Wren stopped eating to catch his breath a little in delighted shock at the simple returned compliment on his name; it wasn't even his, just a bastardised rewording of the dehumanised code he'd been given, signifying him as property of the labs at Area-52, but Wren had long forgotten going by anything else. He might have taken fright if someone had shouted out his full subject code at him, he might dissociate a little if someone hurled the slurs he'd heard when he was still a child but being subjected to things far from innocent and childlike, but his entire four part name in Russian would only have given him a slight headache, if that.
He was Wren now and his new friend - Adrian - liked it. He swayed a little bashfully, eating more of the grass he held in sudden shyness.
"Oh, no, well, yes." he said blithely, his free fingers curling equally as bashful into the side of his tshirt, bunching the fabric and baring a little more of his thigh, only showing more of the same grubby, lived-in skin. "In Repose but here, in the woods." he explained. "I don't live in town. But sometimes I sleep in town but most times I sleep here with the trees." He took a step closer until he was as close to Adrian as friends might stand, his collarbones standing out from the collar of his shirt and his bird-like chest both, thin lines of old scars visible under the dirt on him. He was studying Adrian curiously now that he was closer, watching the grass still held in Adrian's hand. "You're not hungry?" he asked mildly. "Where do you live?"