interstellar voyeur

His smallest sister welcomed him with a smile, reassuring him with just a few words and a wag of her tail. He picked the haunch up off the ground as she waved him closer with a dainty lavender paw, trundling towards the hide-covered doorway with careful steps. Mind the shoulders, watch the clearance on the door for the horns... and he's in! Nothing knocked over or broken. The hide that draped over the door was caught on his hip as he picked his way over the parchment covered floor, and finally slid back into place as he stepped over a roll of parchment bound with twine, set beside an ink-stained quill. Bright mercury eyes tracked over the assortment of books while he moved about, each bound in a different shade of leather or hide, some unbound. He flopped over onto the pile of furs, tucked his legs closer to his chest and belly to make room for his sister.

The titanic male settled the meat across the tops of his carefully folded forelegs, feeling very uneasy around all of these delicate and fragile supplies. It was only a matter of time before he wrecked something. He watched Andy tidy up, busily tucking her supplied into nooks and shelves and chests in a way that spoke of ease within the space, a familiarity with the little building he only associated with his den. A small smile made its way onto his face unbidden, happy to see her so happy in her pursuits. "How long have you been working on the uh," he hesitated, muzzle pointed at the partially completed star map on the desk. He didn't actually know what any of this was. He was just happy to be along for the ride. "the, uh. Thing. On the table. Sorry." heat crept into his turquoise dusted cheeks, brow furrowed a little as he looked over the seemingly random dots and lines arranged on the parchment.

Scooting over just a little more, he was careful to lean the bulk of his weight against the support beams instead of the walls as he rested his back against the wall. Carefully tucked his hind legs beneath himself for stability, leaving space for Andy to get comfortable when she was done cleaning. Not that he much cared for the mess either way, he was hardly the tidiest guy around.