( and where kuromisa manages to down the whiskey with elegance, kirma does the exact opposite. the strong taste is harsh on his throat compared to what he’s used to, and he coughs into his fist, ears flicking back and forth. eugh. what is wrong with white people. when he sets the glass down, he also pushes it ever so slightly away from him; he’ll stick to the peanuts after all.

the whole affair does distract him from his not-really-an investigation, though, and it takes an extra moment or two before he realizes it’s his turn to respond. right... )

If that’s how we’re speaking... guarding a certain person.

( it might be too obvious to directly turn and look towards the den, but one wolfy ear rotates to face it anyway. as far as why he’s out here eating garbage instead, if that’s his “job”— well, don’t worry about that. )

There’s something here you’re looking for? ( this one is a simple conclusion, from her words. doggy can add two and two, though he doesn’t actually know if that’s the entire equation. ) I didn’t think there was anything worth keeping in this place.

( and he doesn’t just mean in j’s domain, there. )