Moritz was a child, this he knew. Moritz was growing, this he knew. Moritz had much to learn, and see, and do. This he knew.
But right. Wrong. Good. Bad. True. Not true.... These we things he knew, he felt, like how he felt how to walk as an Okomo or breath as a person. And unlike trying to climb in his human form, which seemed to be missing the proper tools and things for such movement.
But right, wrong, these were things he felt and did not have to be told. And if someone broke that knowledge, of truth, then he was not one to just go along. To listen. To agree. To think alike.
Even if it was his family who did so. If they did not know, then surely it was his duty to correct their lacking knowledge.
He was a child, but he was not but just a child. He was Moritz, he knew to himself, he was a kelvic, he was a person, he was an Okomo, he was himself and none other could say such a combination of being such as he was.
At the rude woman's comment on his leaking, Moritz imply replied with a clear "Nint list-nen" to explain it. He had after all tried to warn he, and she had not listened. It was not his fault for her hoisting and then ignoring him and the ramifications that came from that.
Grudgingly he took the offered hand, walking along with the odd woman who seemed to be learning slowly the proper way to handle him. In so much as not handling him, at least without asking.
He simply stood as the woman wet a rag and wiped him with his eyes wandering about, something much easier to manage in his current human form as he was nude and not covered in such hair as in his Okomo form.
Once done with him the woman turned to herself, attempting to clean her body coverings, clothes, with less success it seemed to him than she had with him.
He showed no signs of embarrassment or chastisement, and in truth felt none. It had not after all been his fault, and only silly people were so preoccupied with clothes and things. Rather he had a somewhat bland and flat face as he investigated things about him with a somewhat detached air. Like the food things which his sister took which he resolutely ignored.
He simply gave his father a bored look when he commented on his accident, in line with someone making a rude comment congratulating someone for something that had befallen someone which they had not been trying to do. Which, Moritz supposed, was what had happened. He sometimes wondered of the two of them who was older, him only seasons old or his father who acted it. He was his father but... But well, he seemed so foolish so often when he spoke.
For a moment his father turned his attention from his mother and to him, his son, but soon passed onward again to other things. Cleaning the floor. Back to his mother. Always back to his mother. Like... Like... Like a log rolling down a hill. It might be pushed up a bit with some effort, but the moment it was let go... Down it went.
Goat. Moritz frowned, lowering his head a bit in annoyance at the word. Not a goat.
Moritz did his best to grudgingly ignore his father, who had once more called him a goat. Not goat. Besides, all he said was in his mothers defense, without any reasoning behind the words. Least not good reasoning. He had saw what he saw, and would not be so easily changed in his understanding.
At his fathers question Moritz simply replied "Not goat." He was unsure if this was heard though, because soon after his mother seemed angry at him.
She seemed sure of herself, but no more seemed willing or able to explain why this was the truth than anyone else. They all seemed to love, Moritz found, to tell him things without properly explaining. Water is dry. Snow is hot. And he was to just listen and agree and nod like his sister so often did. Not he.
At her comment of his watching how he spoke and such Moritz head lowered a bit more, eyes peaking up. If he had been an Okomo then it would have been a much clearer challenge, shuffling his feet before preparing to charge.
His response was simple but straightforward.
"Why"
If he was to watch his tone, if his father had the right of things in defending his mothers actions he saw as wrong, then why? Why was he wrong, why should he watch his tone- a sound? Could one see sounds? Watch it do what?
Not a goat.
She gave a bit of an answer, at Jomi's intention but... But how could she know his intention? And did it matter? If his intention was good, if his goal was good, even if self interested, did it matter?
"Why matt-her, iffn aught do for right, if do is right?"
Yes, very sound and logical argument, Moritz thought to himself. If his goal was good, even if in his own interest, if it was to help, did it matter why he did it if he did that good thing?
He could not quite at that moment think of a good example of that, but he felt it was a sound argument and he had conveyed it well.
"Which more... Portant. Do good, or do good cus wann do good?"
Not a goat. "Not a goat..." he said once more under his breath, his head canted at such an angle that if he had been a Okomo then another Okomo would have gotten clear of his path.
Rather than sitting at the table Moritz kept on the floor, taking a few steps back and away. And then in a flash he shifted, and was his full Okomo-ness.
His head still low, the cant of his ready to charge perhaps more clear now, he looked up at those at the table. Now he could do so properly, looking with his face down while his eyes stayed up and level. That was something his human face could not manage, his eyes not moving in the right way, even if he had his Okomo eyes in both forms.
Assuming no one immediately stopped him or tried to kick him out Moritz would then take a few steps forward and bend down his head to eat the plant matter that had been laid out for him, while keeping his eyes up and looking around him.