[He watches intently, shrugging back into his tunic, despite it's state of disrepair and cinches his belt back over Kawauso's handy work. It's not the reaction he's hoping for, not be a long shot, not when the other's gazes becomes distant as if he's searching for something inside his own head.
Houou's never enjoyed putting more of a burden on Kawauso's ability than necissary and has specifically avoided it at all costs; too many sleepless nights and tearful nightmares to add anything else to the library in the young mans head, but just this once he has to be certain and there's no other way without risking an incident.
The outer robe follows the tunic, belted also as he waits, but impatience and worry creep down his spine faster than he expects, prompting a careful touch to the wrist of the paw that grasps the feather, attempting to draw the others attention back as he had done in the past.]
Forgive me a fools errand, Kawauso. Merely a trick of an old mind. It is something I should not have asked of you.
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Houou's never enjoyed putting more of a burden on Kawauso's ability than necissary and has specifically avoided it at all costs; too many sleepless nights and tearful nightmares to add anything else to the library in the young mans head, but just this once he has to be certain and there's no other way without risking an incident.
The outer robe follows the tunic, belted also as he waits, but impatience and worry creep down his spine faster than he expects, prompting a careful touch to the wrist of the paw that grasps the feather, attempting to draw the others attention back as he had done in the past.]
Forgive me a fools errand, Kawauso. Merely a trick of an old mind. It is something I should not have asked of you.
[Still, he's hopeful..]