( is it so wrong, to want to know about space wolves... something he hinself is not terribly far off from being, even if he's unaware of it. his (canid) ears twitch at the proximity of aventurine's hand, and it doesn't take long for him to duck and tilt his head, to guide his fingers to rest in a better spot in hopes of attention. he's happy, even without it... but.
at least it means the little lesson doesn't fall on deaf ears. kirma does wonder how accurate the descriptors are, from a borisin point of view— it reminds him of things he's heard people say at the docks about the very place they've landed port in, stories swapped and traded over centuries of separation to a point of total inaccuracy. unfortunately given how hyv worldbuilds that feels like a very unlikely assessment, but hey. he doesn't know that. )
The IPC... is who you work for?
( a considerably less enthralling subject, yet he asks anyway; perhaps pointedly, for all the times aventurine has given him some shit about not being interested in him. his eyes are already closed, though. the dog is not long for this world. )
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at least it means the little lesson doesn't fall on deaf ears. kirma does wonder how accurate the descriptors are, from a borisin point of view— it reminds him of things he's heard people say at the docks about the very place they've landed port in, stories swapped and traded over centuries of separation to a point of total inaccuracy. unfortunately given how hyv worldbuilds that feels like a very unlikely assessment, but hey. he doesn't know that. )
The IPC... is who you work for?
( a considerably less enthralling subject, yet he asks anyway; perhaps pointedly, for all the times aventurine has given him some shit about not being interested in him. his eyes are already closed, though. the dog is not long for this world. )