don't let your parents turn into pigs
clove
11-17-2023, 06:46 AM
The quiet and contemplative boy wandered almost aimlessly. At least that was what it would seem like to another. Yet, he was on alert. His nose tried to sniff through the sickly sweet scent of the grapes for predators or strangers. His ears flicked back and forth to hear the sound of muffled paws against the grass. For now, he felt alone. Aside from the squirrels and rabbits that called this place, he couldn't sense another being until a soft voice called out behind him. Turning around, he looks down at the smaller blue girl who asks if he lives there. His expression doesn't change from that stoic facade as he contemplates his answer. From what he can tell, she smells of the Hallows nearby. His teachings with Hattori had taught him to not willingly reveal where the bamboo was or that he resided there, but the Hallows weren't enemies of theirs. "I do not," Akito finally responds after a moment. Though he is not at his full adult height quite yet, he is getting there and the way he towers over her is noticeable. So, as to not frighten her, he pulls his haunches beneath him and comes to sit. "Do you?" He asks in return, finding it only polite to continue the conversation. |
akito's companions are to be assumed nearby unless stated otherwise.
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