smooth as eczema

Thudding along to the shrine, Oki's tail waved in a dark blur behind him. He knew his siblings had taken their sires departure-or whatever you wanted to call it- a lot harder than he had, but to be honest it was expected, right? If anything it was sort of nice to not have that overly serious, judgemental brute thunking about like he owned the place. He'd just been glorified help all along, that's how Kuroki saw it anyways. But emotions were running high and feelings were fickle things, he wasn't gonna tell anyone how they should feel or when the pain would go away. He was just here to be a pain in the ass who talked too much.

"Hey you." He greeted, his tone dipping in timbre in an affectionate warmth. He flopped down beside her on the porch, legs splayed as he took up as much space as possible.  With his shoulder nudging, or rather smushing, into hers he got nice and comfortable before he uttered another word. "You doin' okay?" Seemed like a safe enough place to start, tentative but caring, you know?