[ Her mouth opens and closes. She's struggling to get her own thoughts together as Dean does his best with the little she can give him. Frustration blossoms through her and finds its logical end at her knees — this would be so much easier if trauma hadn't rendered her mute, and for the millionth time, she's got the weight of unending self-consciousness draped around her neck like a growth, or a — a sibling.
But she is who she is, and she's accepted that now, so Kimiko pushes past the ugly knot of emotion. Buries it back in her chest.
The ASL sign for twin is an easy one, two fingers spread in a V laid over one cheek, and then the other, and she does it slow enough for him to follow. But there's a lot more to it, and words she only knows in her own language of gestures. Words like supe and dangerous, or monster.
The stick is the next best thing. Kimiko scribbles a few short words in a small patch of dirt. Her written English is still rather juvenile in penmanship.
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But she is who she is, and she's accepted that now, so Kimiko pushes past the ugly knot of emotion. Buries it back in her chest.
The ASL sign for twin is an easy one, two fingers spread in a V laid over one cheek, and then the other, and she does it slow enough for him to follow. But there's a lot more to it, and words she only knows in her own language of gestures. Words like supe and dangerous, or monster.
The stick is the next best thing. Kimiko scribbles a few short words in a small patch of dirt. Her written English is still rather juvenile in penmanship.
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