Jasper was relieved when the bubble disappeared and they moved on to the next thing. The three took a seat and got ready for whatever Kate next had planned. Abby had an understanding of how some things were written, luckily her name was one of those. I took her a few moments to recall how it was done, but once 'Abigail' was written a little less neatly than she would have liked on the paper she turned to Matt's own smudged one and helped him with his own name.<br/><br/>Jasper kept his full attention on Kate as she spelled out his name. It was like looking at something both familiar, but also foreign. He glanced to where Abby was trying to help Matt, who seemed to be purely annoying the winged woman by intentionally writing things wrong. Holding the pencil, Jasper tried to grip it in a way that was comfortable, but it was nothing like a blade, or anything he had used before. He felt his face grow warm at his struggle with something so simple. His grip on the slim wooden pencil tightened as he tried to copy how the others were doing it, his frustration and nervousness growing alongside it until he heard a small crack and found the pencil snapped in two in his hand. Dropping the pieces to the table, Jasper felt both Abby and Matt watching him. He avoided meeting their eyes as he calmly stood and left the kitchen without a word.<br/><br/>Once away from the others, Jasper leaned against the wall in the living room. He slid down it slowly until he was sitting, his knees drawn up to his chest and his tail wrapped around his feet. He placed his head in his hands and allowed his shoulders to slump forward. He was a mess, he knew that, but something like this should not have set him off so easily. He felt like he had fire running through his veins, a feeling he often had right before the gates would open for a pit fight and he would be thrown into the ring. He heard himself whimper at the memory and lowered his ears at how pathetic he was at that moment.