[ he huffs a laugh as they turn a corner, following after the lamb— whose name, apparently, is lamb. not exactly surprising considering well, mithrun. he gives the elf another tug, half-leading him along. ] Not so fond of it, hm? We can trade.
[ the cat glances back at both himself and mithrun, and crowds closer to lamb, as if kabru had threatened to separate them. souls, wasn't it— he supposes something fundamental in himself does feel close to mithrun. and lamb appears to be as sweet on the cat as the cat is on it.
i've actually started liking some of it— kabru doesn't answer this, there isn't so much as a shift in expression, either.
it's good. he should agree, and congratulate him.
the walk continues now, after that, with that odd silence hanging over it— there was space for kabru to reply, and he doesn't. he should say something— he knows.
as the bakery comes into sight, kabru adds, as if commenting on the weather: ] Do you think you'll like it— when it's with me?
[ he squints a little at the high tops of the buildings, eyebrow quirked at mithrun, as if he didn't just say the most— arbitrarily bold thing on earth. but also— he knows that this is what is expected of them, this is the nature of this place. dungeons were like that, at times; there were circumstances, and those circumstances had to be dealt with. and, it'll be the pair of them. just like it was then. it's fitting, he supposes. ]
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[ the cat glances back at both himself and mithrun, and crowds closer to lamb, as if kabru had threatened to separate them. souls, wasn't it— he supposes something fundamental in himself does feel close to mithrun. and lamb appears to be as sweet on the cat as the cat is on it.
i've actually started liking some of it— kabru doesn't answer this, there isn't so much as a shift in expression, either.
it's good. he should agree, and congratulate him.
the walk continues now, after that, with that odd silence hanging over it— there was space for kabru to reply, and he doesn't. he should say something— he knows.
as the bakery comes into sight, kabru adds, as if commenting on the weather: ] Do you think you'll like it— when it's with me?
[ he squints a little at the high tops of the buildings, eyebrow quirked at mithrun, as if he didn't just say the most— arbitrarily bold thing on earth. but also— he knows that this is what is expected of them, this is the nature of this place. dungeons were like that, at times; there were circumstances, and those circumstances had to be dealt with. and, it'll be the pair of them. just like it was then. it's fitting, he supposes. ]