Juugo jumps when he is addressed, then touches his earrings in reassurance. He can feel Nagoto's chakra, and the constant tug that syphons off his own so it can remain contained. It relaxes him enough that he can consider this stranger more, and he comes closer with slow movements, poised to flee if things get bad, not unlike a little songbird.

When he's closer, he's sure of it, but he doesn't know why. He remains standing but tips his head. It's not polite to ask questions right on meeting someone, but he can't hold in the need to know. "Hello. Why do you feel like me?"