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The Little Slave Bird
Chapter Two
The two redheads led the Little Bird to the kitchen, trying to keep a happy conversation with him. He would smile and even give a small response here and there. However, he would not speak more than two or three words. It was obvious to the two redheads that it would take some heavy coaxing to get the young boy to grow comfortable enough to start talking more.
Roy took a seat on one of the stools by the counter, while Wally went over to the fridge. Robin stood by the counter, unsure of what to do. He watched Wally grab armfuls of food from the fridge and sit the food on the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He looked at Roy, who was watching Wally with disinterest.
"Wally, save some food for the rest of us." Roy said, as Wally started to eat.
"Sorry. High metabolism." He said, using his normal excuse.
"Yeah, yeah." Roy replied, rolling his eyes. Wally looked at Robin.
"Why don't you take a seat, Robin?" he asked.
"O-okay." He hesitantly sat down on the floor.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Roy asked. Robin looked down at his lap, and Wally almost immediately understood why Robin had sat on the floor.
"They didn't allow you to sit on furniture." Wally stated, and Robin gave a nod.
"You can sit on the furniture here. Whatever the Slave Traders taught you, you need to forget. You're a free person now." Roy stated, softly.
"Yeah. It's not a crime to sit on the furniture, Robin." Wally said and smiled.
Robin nodded and slowly stood up. He looked at the stool for a moment, as if it were a foreign object. He hesitantly sat down and looked at Wally and Roy. His face held a scared expression and his body trembled, slightly. Roy looked at Wally, and Wally gave him a sympathetic look.
"Don't be scared, Robin. We aren't going to hurt you." Roy said, trying to calm the little boy.
Robin nodded and looked back down at him lap. He fiddled with his fingers, wanting to start a real conversation but too scared of annoying them, with his voice, to do so. His stomach growled softly, and he tried to hide it. He placed his hands on his stomach.
"Are you hungry?" Roy asked, having heard his stomach.
"N-no." Robin lied.
"You can eat. We aren't going to let you starve." Wally said, and Robin gave a slight nod of acknowledgement.
A few minutes later, a sandwich on a plate, was placed in front of Robin. Robin looked up and saw Wally giving a smile. Robin looked back down at the sandwich and gave a small smile. He reached out and picked up the sandwich. He took a bite and his smile widened.
"It take it, it's good." Roy said, and Robin nodded.
"Yes it is. Thank you" he spoke, surprising the boys.
They looked at each other and smiled. They had finally gotten Robin to say more than two or three words. They were happy because of this breakthrough, and it gave them assurance that they could get him to open up; he just needed time and coaxing. They were willing to take all the time in the World to hear the Little Bird chirp happily again.