cruising at a hundred

A halting staccato rhythm of dainty claws against the wooden frame of the door. The titan lifted his head, pausing his slow pulverization of the herbs in his mortar. It was that male who had sat and discussed the mushrooms with him, weeks before the cursed fungus had riddled his body. Brilliant ruby eyes blinked slowly at the petite male, who seemed keen on joining him.. for some reason. Deion shook his head lightly, waving with his free paw towards the pile of furs and pillows in the corner. "I can do two things at once," he grunted with a deadpan kind of snark that tended to be mistaken for dismissiveness.

He resumed the steady rhythm of circling the mortar with the pestle in his grip, and thumping the sturdy stone rod against the bottom of the basin lightly. Scrape, mash, scrape, mash, mix. Rinse and repeat. "Did you need something?" he questioned after a few moments of silence, when he was all but certain that the small man had made himself comfortable. It wasn't often that he had visitors, and even less common for those visits to be purely friendly. Ivory tipped ears swiveled towards Sota, waiting on his response.