[Mithrun goes along with Kabru's request and holds the corners of the jacket together, albeit halfheartedly. He doesn't see what Kabru is so bothered about; it's not like he's that cold. Probably.
He only hesitates for a moment before taking that offered hand with his free one, answering with a faint nod.
Once they're outside, he taps his right thumb against a small, silver ring encircling his index finger. In a shower of what neither man is equipped to recognize as code and pixels, the ring takes a new shape on the sidewalk: A black and white lamb, just old enough to be growing short little horns. It stares expectantly (and maybe a little judgmentally? How does a baby sheep look judgey?) at Mithrun and Kabru, and Mithrun addresses it with a nod.] We need to get to Rosie's Records, and then back to the bakery.
[The sheep bleats in confirmation and starts trotting down the street, and Mithrun follows it - now towing Kabru behind him.] If you request me to feed you at the bakery, we can keep talking there.
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He only hesitates for a moment before taking that offered hand with his free one, answering with a faint nod.
Once they're outside, he taps his right thumb against a small, silver ring encircling his index finger. In a shower of what neither man is equipped to recognize as code and pixels, the ring takes a new shape on the sidewalk: A black and white lamb, just old enough to be growing short little horns. It stares expectantly (and maybe a little judgmentally? How does a baby sheep look judgey?) at Mithrun and Kabru, and Mithrun addresses it with a nod.] We need to get to Rosie's Records, and then back to the bakery.
[The sheep bleats in confirmation and starts trotting down the street, and Mithrun follows it - now towing Kabru behind him.] If you request me to feed you at the bakery, we can keep talking there.