[ look, he was going to go for casual here. he was going to just loiter around on the street corner with his cat (who wailed pathetically when lamb walked away from it? what is this clingy, pathetic behaviour? why were the DTFs fawning over each other so much— embarrassing display actually). instead, naturally, kabru has managed to drift across the street to the pavement outside the bakery, and he's— yeah, he's spying. it's fine; he's technically just keeping an eye on mithrun— the guy gets himself into all kinds of trouble the second he's out of sight, and kabru's suspicious of an establishment that has him in an outfit like that (it's undignified okay).
there's also the matter of that narrow hand on his shoulder; he can still feel the press of it where it had lain against his shirt. kabru's passingly aware that he and mithrun seem to— touch each other all the time. it's a habit, maybe, it became a habit back in the dungeon; running his hands over the other's limbs as he helped him to dress and undress. hand-combing his hair, positioning him this way or that. it was care, wasn't it?
he'd just seen him, back in their world. but for some reason, all of that feels very far away. and mithrun here— who has been here for months— feels far too. it's natural to want to be close to someone who represents home, surely.
he meets the eyes of the tall-man in the bakery, a preternatural flicker moves with that gaze. blue, he notes— but a blue that glows.
they seem friendly, kabru thinks, and nods at the pair, then goes back to pretending he wasn't absolutely not minding his own business. his cat struggles from where he'd picked her up, shoving her back legs into his stomach and throwing herself towards lamb and mithrun. he'll pick mithrun's brain about his new colleagues when they're alone; for now, kabru's all smiles at the staff there. charming guy, right here!
his cat is all over lamb the second they're reunited, as if she'd thought they would be separated for good.
he steps around the DTF's and comes to stand in front of mithrun again, conscious that the bakery's staff are watching them now, through the windows. he doesn't make a move to touch mithrun (is he.............shy suddenly.........pathetic), and instead gives him a nod in greeting, offering the elf a smile. he reaches a hand out. ] Here, I'll carry that for you.
[ their lunch.... he looks over at where lamb and the cat are being weird at each other in public again (tmw your pet embarrasses you). ]
I assume your lamb knows the way to the library, Captain.
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there's also the matter of that narrow hand on his shoulder; he can still feel the press of it where it had lain against his shirt. kabru's passingly aware that he and mithrun seem to— touch each other all the time. it's a habit, maybe, it became a habit back in the dungeon; running his hands over the other's limbs as he helped him to dress and undress. hand-combing his hair, positioning him this way or that. it was care, wasn't it?
he'd just seen him, back in their world. but for some reason, all of that feels very far away. and mithrun here— who has been here for months— feels far too. it's natural to want to be close to someone who represents home, surely.
he meets the eyes of the tall-man in the bakery, a preternatural flicker moves with that gaze. blue, he notes— but a blue that glows.
they seem friendly, kabru thinks, and nods at the pair, then goes back to pretending he wasn't absolutely not minding his own business. his cat struggles from where he'd picked her up, shoving her back legs into his stomach and throwing herself towards lamb and mithrun. he'll pick mithrun's brain about his new colleagues when they're alone; for now, kabru's all smiles at the staff there. charming guy, right here!
his cat is all over lamb the second they're reunited, as if she'd thought they would be separated for good.
he steps around the DTF's and comes to stand in front of mithrun again, conscious that the bakery's staff are watching them now, through the windows. he doesn't make a move to touch mithrun (is he.............shy suddenly.........pathetic), and instead gives him a nod in greeting, offering the elf a smile. he reaches a hand out. ] Here, I'll carry that for you.
[ their lunch.... he looks over at where lamb and the cat are being weird at each other in public again (tmw your pet embarrasses you). ]
I assume your lamb knows the way to the library, Captain.