( ... but he softens a little bit, recognizing fondness in wataru's voice, and ... a desire for eichi's company, even— ah, how the tables have turned. eichi can't really say he hates wataru for what happened, or that he's even particularly averse to him— not to any extent worth cutting off his only company in such a long time, anyway, and extraordinary company at that. just, you know. wataru had done what he'd done innocently, and he'd put eichi through that hell of a recovery unknowingly, and eichi wants to give him a little bit of a hard time for that.
it'd be much nicer to flit down beside him and see if he'll take eichi close, perhaps not in the same way but still close and just that would satisfy him; but, at the same time, he'd like his feelings heard, is all. (the general justification for pettiness everywhere.)
so he slides down from where he stands on a branch into a proper sit, evidently inclined not to come down so soon. he leans over, a hand to keep him steady where he's perched— then leans back again, thrown off-balance by the weight at his abdomen that troubled his balance and flying. that was . . . another thing to express, perhaps more articulately than his upset over being bit up. )
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( ... but he softens a little bit, recognizing fondness in wataru's voice, and ... a desire for eichi's company, even— ah, how the tables have turned. eichi can't really say he hates wataru for what happened, or that he's even particularly averse to him— not to any extent worth cutting off his only company in such a long time, anyway, and extraordinary company at that. just, you know. wataru had done what he'd done innocently, and he'd put eichi through that hell of a recovery unknowingly, and eichi wants to give him a little bit of a hard time for that.
it'd be much nicer to flit down beside him and see if he'll take eichi close, perhaps not in the same way but still close and just that would satisfy him; but, at the same time, he'd like his feelings heard, is all. (the general justification for pettiness everywhere.)
so he slides down from where he stands on a branch into a proper sit, evidently inclined not to come down so soon. he leans over, a hand to keep him steady where he's perched— then leans back again, thrown off-balance by the weight at his abdomen that troubled his balance and flying. that was . . . another thing to express, perhaps more articulately than his upset over being bit up. )
Is the cave new...? I don't recognize it.