Let me guess — [ his fingers brush against the fur between her two front legs, almost extending toward nike's chin. she stretches, but remains still enough for him to think she might be more interested in taking a nap and listening to raven's heartbeat than she is in exploring. sometimes nike reminds him of o when she'd been a baby, always falling asleep on mom or him. the familiarity is calming in a way. ]
[ he doesn't think much on the croak of her voice. he notices it, like he does all the small things people say and do and even omit, but it doesn't weigh anything to him. it's either a purposeful decision of his own or he's as oblivious as he's become known in eudio when it comes to people who look at him a little too intently and think him to be anything but the dick he knows himself to be. ]
[ he finishes, though, after a moment of forgetting he's even talking as he watches nike. he exhales, as if admitting defeat before he even begins this battle. ] You think I'm an ass.
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[ he doesn't think much on the croak of her voice. he notices it, like he does all the small things people say and do and even omit, but it doesn't weigh anything to him. it's either a purposeful decision of his own or he's as oblivious as he's become known in eudio when it comes to people who look at him a little too intently and think him to be anything but the dick he knows himself to be. ]
[ he finishes, though, after a moment of forgetting he's even talking as he watches nike. he exhales, as if admitting defeat before he even begins this battle. ] You think I'm an ass.