this could be a meme

It wasn't often that Sedna sought Hattori out, least of all stinking like this. His nose wrinkled in distaste as she approached, but otherwise his expression was schooled into its usual, distant and neutral state. He did appreciate the effort she'd made to learn the language, she'd integrated well into Tojo, and even though she wasn't koi in looks she was family well enough. He turned to address her, pale brows nudging closer as he wondered what she might need, and why she thought he needed to be involved.

He rumbled softly, a noise of assent, the floor was hers to speak her mind.