[ fastidiously licking gore off of his muzzle and then wiping it on a foreleg for good measure before stretching his neck in her direction to tongueflick at her dinner from only a few feet away. his mouth is big enough that he could eat her whole without much of a problem, but the movement is slow and smooth enough that it's very obvious that isn't his intent.
up closer, it's visible that his pupils are slitted, shading yellow and orange at the center. it's also more obvious that that sulfur-and-spice smell is him. ]
[ his eyes are on her face rather than the soup, but he doesn't seem to mind the look over regardless...? not that it's exactly easy to tell; his expression is about as readable as a python's, and the eartufts nowhere near as expressive as a Miqo'te's. they almost get lost in the downy fluff around the base of his horns.
flicking his tongue one last time and withdrawing to eye his kill instead ]
[ back to gently crunching down deer legs. if anything, he fluffs up more as he eats, tail and wings fanning slightly. there is a lot of the former, flight feathers trailing into a silky spill almost half as long as the rest of him. ]
...that may actually be familiar; it's the same sort of relaxed fluffing of feathers that a bird would display, and the way his wings are slightly spread and cupped is similarly avian: like a bird of prey being protective over a kill. despite that gesture, though, he's eating in an unhurried, relaxed manner, with none of his attention visibly focused on her.
both deer corpses get eaten from nose to tail, leaving nothing behind but blood and scraps too small for him to pick up before he's satisfied to wipe his face on a foreleg again and start preening it clean. ]
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up closer, it's visible that his pupils are slitted, shading yellow and orange at the center. it's also more obvious that that sulfur-and-spice smell is him. ]
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It's zoni. I have a full stack, if you'd like to try it.
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flicking his tongue one last time and withdrawing to eye his kill instead ]
The offer is kind, but the scent is enough.
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[back to sipping her soup, then snagging some of the grilled mochi with her teeth and chewing at it happily.]
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...that may actually be familiar; it's the same sort of relaxed fluffing of feathers that a bird would display, and the way his wings are slightly spread and cupped is similarly avian: like a bird of prey being protective over a kill. despite that gesture, though, he's eating in an unhurried, relaxed manner, with none of his attention visibly focused on her.
both deer corpses get eaten from nose to tail, leaving nothing behind but blood and scraps too small for him to pick up before he's satisfied to wipe his face on a foreleg again and start preening it clean. ]
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she finishes her soup and re-inventories the mug, stretching with a pleased sound, movement much easier in her bard gear, even with its scaled mail.]
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You seem better rested.
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[niiice]
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Shall I leave you to it?
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There's no need.
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So it's keeping yourself hidden that weighs on you, and not the prospect of company.
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That largely depends on the company as well, of course.
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I had assumed that was a given, considering what it currently is.
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There's no harm in stating the obvious, just in case.
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he just does that slow, mild blink at her again ]
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