Aged. ( the correction comes with a stern voice. try to keep up, ma’am. he doesn’t have it in him to argue the point further— they can only agree to disagree. this is the difference, with dogs; they do not seek ends to justify means, nor do they need to gain an advantage to agree to work. whether or not these are positive things— debatable, at best.
but he will think about it, as encouraged. another day, perhaps. for now, his concerns are more immediate, as the puzzle is slowly being pieced together on his end. there aren’t that many people with eyes covered here, after all, and even if the rest of the scent doesn’t match, that flea stuff… is also uncommon, he’s come to realize. for all the obvious signs, the part of him that’s suspicious is hard at war with the part of him that prefers to take people at face value, and thus has this been drawn out for so many tags.
oh, right. she asked a question. kirma frowns as he considers how to answer, ears flicking. how much is one supposed to explain things, speaking to someone clearly of another world? he’s still trying to process that there are other worlds at all. )
… I shouldn’t be.
( in other words: yes. )
But I wouldn’t think it to be a rare subject, what with…
( uhh. there’s a half-hearted wave of his hand, to indicate the everything here, how much it reeks of supernatural bullshit. as he trails off, he stares almost blankly at kuromisa, past her, if anything— and without warning, grabs the edge of her veil to flip it up and give himself an opening to lean in for a big ol’ sniff. )
no subject
but he will think about it, as encouraged. another day, perhaps. for now, his concerns are more immediate, as the puzzle is slowly being pieced together on his end. there aren’t that many people with eyes covered here, after all, and even if the rest of the scent doesn’t match, that flea stuff… is also uncommon, he’s come to realize. for all the obvious signs, the part of him that’s suspicious is hard at war with the part of him that prefers to take people at face value, and thus has this been drawn out for so many tags.
oh, right. she asked a question. kirma frowns as he considers how to answer, ears flicking. how much is one supposed to explain things, speaking to someone clearly of another world? he’s still trying to process that there are other worlds at all. )
… I shouldn’t be.
( in other words: yes. )
But I wouldn’t think it to be a rare subject, what with…
( uhh. there’s a half-hearted wave of his hand, to indicate the everything here, how much it reeks of supernatural bullshit. as he trails off, he stares almost blankly at kuromisa, past her, if anything— and without warning, grabs the edge of her veil to flip it up and give himself an opening to lean in for a big ol’ sniff. )