Tarzan took the earring in his hand and jingled it, and if it looked as if he took simple pleasure from the jingling noises, it was because he did. Little handcrafted things were intriguing to him. He found himself wanting to explain why he was so interested, not out of embarrassment or any self-consciousness, but out of a desire for connection and understanding.
"Made by human hands."
He made a soft grunting noise, as he tried to find the right words for what he wanted to express.
"Was raised in jungle. By gorillas." As unbelievable as it sounded. "Only see things made by humans that Jane and the Professor brought with them to jungle. They're scientists."
There, that explained it. He jingled the earring in his hand.
"Always wonder how--how things are made. This. Metal inside metal?" That's what it sounded like when he jingled it. "How--how did they do this?"
How did they put a piece of metal inside another piece? That was what he was wondering.
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"Made by human hands."
He made a soft grunting noise, as he tried to find the right words for what he wanted to express.
"Was raised in jungle. By gorillas." As unbelievable as it sounded. "Only see things made by humans that Jane and the Professor brought with them to jungle. They're scientists."
There, that explained it. He jingled the earring in his hand.
"Always wonder how--how things are made. This. Metal inside metal?" That's what it sounded like when he jingled it. "How--how did they do this?"
How did they put a piece of metal inside another piece? That was what he was wondering.