[ the scent of the blood on soleum's clothes is dulled by the cold, but the familiarity in it is still there. kamui's initial interest in kim soleum as an individual only gets amplified by his investment in one of the two scents in particular. it's convenient and good that kim soleum lets the cat in. not quite a scurry but a hurry of motion, katmui ends up slipping into the passenger seat and then gathering his legs to his chest, bundled small, tail looped around his own waist. peering at the mask, he doesn't ask, though he has this feeling he cannot explain or prove: that this person is hurting. nothing or everything to do with the blood. it ripples, this sentiment like water disturbed by several stone throws.
chin tucked down against the tops of his knees, kamui wastes a minute or so of the fifteen just watching, nose flaring a bit. ]
Are you hurt? I think...there are people who can help.
[ some shame resonant there, that it can't be him. and then, that intersection of determination and further shame, ]
...can help...the other people hurt too, maybe.
[ there's a slurred softness to kamui's intonations, like he's caught in between his regular human verbalization and the inclination to hum or growl or purr sort of seeded in his throat. but also like he himself doesn't quite understand and so fails to navigate it. furtunately befur coming here, he'd been seen to a bit at a hotel with friendly types, so he doesn't carry the stench of the tunnels as strongly anymore, everything superseded by the floral notes and blood oxidizing on his gums.
the hands clutched around at his own arms are white knuckled, like he's holding himself in. the tunnel...he doesn't hold it against him, thinks he might have been right that it was for his own good. and besides, this 'cat' had helped him prior. kept him safe. comforted his heart. even if kamui doesn't deserve it, even if he never could.
and now this same person emanates such pain that it's palpable to kamui even though he does not quite know why. the heartbeat? the blood? the tone of voice? all of it? if kamui were just a cat and had been let in, he would press against soleum's side. but being more human now, he's even more selfish. being also still feline enough, it's hard to resist...but he manages to not lean over to get a better sense of the blood. if he just focuses, maybe that's enough...to find a trail.
so he can't help himself after all, the rush of a few more anxious words, ]
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chin tucked down against the tops of his knees, kamui wastes a minute or so of the fifteen just watching, nose flaring a bit. ]
Are you hurt? I think...there are people who can help.
[ some shame resonant there, that it can't be him. and then, that intersection of determination and further shame, ]
...can help...the other people hurt too, maybe.
[ there's a slurred softness to kamui's intonations, like he's caught in between his regular human verbalization and the inclination to hum or growl or purr sort of seeded in his throat. but also like he himself doesn't quite understand and so fails to navigate it. furtunately befur coming here, he'd been seen to a bit at a hotel with friendly types, so he doesn't carry the stench of the tunnels as strongly anymore, everything superseded by the floral notes and blood oxidizing on his gums.
the hands clutched around at his own arms are white knuckled, like he's holding himself in. the tunnel...he doesn't hold it against him, thinks he might have been right that it was for his own good. and besides, this 'cat' had helped him prior. kept him safe. comforted his heart. even if kamui doesn't deserve it, even if he never could.
and now this same person emanates such pain that it's palpable to kamui even though he does not quite know why. the heartbeat? the blood? the tone of voice? all of it? if kamui were just a cat and had been let in, he would press against soleum's side. but being more human now, he's even more selfish. being also still feline enough, it's hard to resist...but he manages to not lean over to get a better sense of the blood. if he just focuses, maybe that's enough...to find a trail.
so he can't help himself after all, the rush of a few more anxious words, ]
...I smell him on you too...Subaru.