[ Shino lifts an eyebrow as she babytalks at his demon, but doesn't say anything, only then noticing the precise effect of what she's wearing. Including the way her dress compliments her form, and that glimpse of thigh from a slit that goes...
Oh.
He swallows, looking away, face heating a touch. He pats at his cheeks to will it away, pointedly not looking back her direction.
Murasame, however, is squinting at her. ]
Such a strange god.
[ Says the bird, head canted to the side. ]
Murasame, don't be rude.
[ The crow, or is it a raven? Falls quiet, instead looking for anything he might be able to eat, giving a bird equivalent of a shrug. This god feels too powerful to eat, not stirring up any of his instinctual hunger to devour the weak, and isn't threatening Shino. At least not in a way that proves dangerous to their life.
Ergo, his priority can afford to be food for the moment. ]
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Oh.
He swallows, looking away, face heating a touch. He pats at his cheeks to will it away, pointedly not looking back her direction.
Murasame, however, is squinting at her. ]
Such a strange god.
[ Says the bird, head canted to the side. ]
Murasame, don't be rude.
[ The crow, or is it a raven? Falls quiet, instead looking for anything he might be able to eat, giving a bird equivalent of a shrug. This god feels too powerful to eat, not stirring up any of his instinctual hunger to devour the weak, and isn't threatening Shino. At least not in a way that proves dangerous to their life.
Ergo, his priority can afford to be food for the moment. ]