Up from his seat, Jonathan took a steps to where Kevin was standing and touched him by the shoulder. With a relaxed voice he told him how joyful he felt to see him back on his feet, strong and sound.
Jonathan: "if there's any way you would like us to assist you, dont be afraid _ tell us."
"Ive been wondering; are you a Fisherman....? Did your boat crush on the lake while sailing to somewhere.....? How did you end up like that on the shores?" Humbly, Jonathan asked.
However, Kevin was too nervous to respond to Jonathan's polite talks according to what they had done to the tilapia in a big bowl. All along he couldn't stop looking at it.
"Probably these humans may end up eating me if they get to know who I am", at the back of his mind, Kevin spoke with an imagination.
When Pinky looked wisely at Kevin, she realised it could be hard of a nut for her father to crack words out of him. Kevin had completely ignored Jonathan. Since she managed to bring him joy earlier that day, she decided to stand in.
Pinky wore a pretty smile which expressed nothing but peace and love as she walked towards Kevin's treasure, the old model computer. "I am sorry about everything my grandaunt just said to you today..."
"Tell him the truth _ he can't stay with us for long because our space is too small to accommodate another person", grandaunt striked again before Pinky completed her words.
Her fear for Kevin Moore was alarming.
As a very old woman with a weak voice, Pinky's grandmother couldn't concern herself with Kevin's matters. In silence, she stood up slowly on her walking stick and went to the kitchen. While in the kitchen, she collected some half baked green vegetables on a plate to eat with her rice.
On her way back to sit, slowly walking with her vegetables on plate, Kevin saw the vegetables. His stomach started making unnecessary loud noise, a sign that he was hungry. Without asking, he threw his hand on grandmother's plate and picked all of them to chew.
As he had just taken his first bite, he saw Pinky picking his treasury object from the floor, where he had placed it.
"Touch not my father's object!"
Aggressively, on very quick steps Kevin took the computer out of Pinky's hands.
When Jonathan saw Kevin's sudden reaction, it triggered a more wise idea about how he could righteously approach Kevin's matter.
"One thing I can never forget in life is my father's name... don't tell me you've forgotten your father's name so fast, that you can't even mention it, Kevin!" Jonathan insinuated.
"My father's name is Sean Moore."
As Kevin chewed his vegetables, he stated. He continued to tell them how her mother misses his father and he would wish to find him for her.
"I am going to Capricon city to look for him.... this object will help me find him."
"That's madness!" In silence, grandaunt spoke.
With an instinct that Kevin was about to leave, her downcast face made it clear that she was going to miss him.
Pinky, "you're already in Capricon city."
"Really!" He got a little excited, "so, can you help me find my father?"
Kevin pleaded, "please help! You can take back your fish _ afterall its life is already taken out of it.
You know where I can find my father Sean Moore, right?"
Desperately, Kevin Moore yearned. His sudden reaction touched everyone at heart, except grandaunt who had a different perspective of him.
Am sorry Kevin, but we can't help you on that. However, what I can assure you is; Capricon is a very big city. To look for a person, you must at least have his contact or adress... that can make it easier", heartedly Jonathan told him.
"What is contact... and address?"
Devotedly, with no idea about the meaning of the two words, he inquired. Pinky got attached to and abruptly went emotional. "You'll get used to clothes my father gave you_ don't tear them next time."
"Will I see you again?" From the heart, Kevin asked Pinky.
"Whenever you wish, I'm here. And in case you get stuck where you're going, don't hesitate to come back. My father is a good person _ he will definitely take good care of you." Infront of her family, Pinky stopped at nothing to open her heart for Kevin with a smile.
Passionately, kevin Moore embarked on a head-scratching journey to bustling part of Capricon city.
"Finally the witch mad man has left!"
Grandaunt sighed Instantly with relieving words, as soon as the door closed after Kevin's departure.
In the heart of a sprawling modern city with bustling streets, amidst skyscrapers, Kevin Moore found himself at odds in a human society, dealing with life on his own like a human being.
Kevin, a shabby hobo without shoes on his feet, sprawled on the road side next to a busy junction exhaustedly. He had spent two days surviving on an empty stomach and his lips where cracked and ashy.
With his left arm relaxed on an old model scrap computer he was moving with, Kevin fed his eyes well on the captivating beautiful things in the human city. He got so amazed by the way people dressed diversely with shoes on their feet.
By this time he was used to a shirt touching his skin. He was okay with clothes on his body.
As a neanderthal, with no relative or friend to ask help from in the foreign world, his looks with a thick beard around his face were doubtlessly alarming. Passers-bys pitied him and dropped cents right next to him, in their mind helping a beggar.
However, Kevin had no idea what money was. And for that matter, he stood up and left behind all coins and small notes down on the grounds where he was seated.
Absentmindedly, as he walked on loosen feet due to hunger, he accidentally collided with a vicious man who yelled and pushed him on the ground.
"You don't belong here! You pitiful beggar!"
This wasn't the first time he faces insults. Usually, as he maneuvered the human society, he met several unfriendly people with bad attitude. Nevertheless, he always kept his calm even when it needed him to stand tall in his own defence. Neither did Kevin fight nor did he insult anyone back.
There came a moment when he desperately mentioned his father's name to the pedestrians, ignorantly asking them to tell him where he could find him. But these people had no time to waste on a barefooted shabby hobo like him, fully thought of as a mad man in modern streets.
As time went by, Kevin's stomach began to complain. It made unnecessary hunger noise demanding him to eat. But not a single idea on how to get food as a fresher in a new world, he had.