[ even if soleum doesn't look over at him, mask in place as well, kamui smiles at him over his makeshift table of his own knees, can now balanced precariously atop them. for a while it's quiet except for kamui's almost-as-quiet nibbling, though kamui can hear others far off, crunching through the snow or even doing things indoors. he hears other things too, though he has no idea what they are, and now and again his ears flick apropos of nothing readily apparent. even kamui himself doesn't pay much mind to them, fixated on the sweet treat as he also appreciates how the syrupyness coats his throat.
once or twice he stifles a cough between bites but mostly things go uninterrupted.
he wishes he knew more about this person who seems to want nothing to do with him yet shows him kindness. he's rather sure he might not call it that but to kamui it is. there are other things to consider too, not least of all the cat he feared for and his own feline traits emerging. not least of all: the blood covering the man's clothing and the presence of someone he knows in that evidence. not least of all: ]
I don't know how...but I hope I can repay you, somehow. At some point.
[ a pause, the teeth that worry kamui's lower lip are a touch sharper, a touch pointier than is normal. ]
Even if you don't think I can.
[ because in the little interactions they've had, kamui has a sense of him even so. kim soleum's heartbeat especially both makes sense and no sense: like there is more than one heartbeat in his one, accounting for variables in a way that would make it very hard to trust. or at least they don't have the cadence of such a thing. ]
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[ even if soleum doesn't look over at him, mask in place as well, kamui smiles at him over his makeshift table of his own knees, can now balanced precariously atop them. for a while it's quiet except for kamui's almost-as-quiet nibbling, though kamui can hear others far off, crunching through the snow or even doing things indoors. he hears other things too, though he has no idea what they are, and now and again his ears flick apropos of nothing readily apparent. even kamui himself doesn't pay much mind to them, fixated on the sweet treat as he also appreciates how the syrupyness coats his throat.
once or twice he stifles a cough between bites but mostly things go uninterrupted.
he wishes he knew more about this person who seems to want nothing to do with him yet shows him kindness. he's rather sure he might not call it that but to kamui it is. there are other things to consider too, not least of all the cat he feared for and his own feline traits emerging. not least of all: the blood covering the man's clothing and the presence of someone he knows in that evidence. not least of all: ]
I don't know how...but I hope I can repay you, somehow. At some point.
[ a pause, the teeth that worry kamui's lower lip are a touch sharper, a touch pointier than is normal. ]
Even if you don't think I can.
[ because in the little interactions they've had, kamui has a sense of him even so. kim soleum's heartbeat especially both makes sense and no sense: like there is more than one heartbeat in his one, accounting for variables in a way that would make it very hard to trust. or at least they don't have the cadence of such a thing. ]