Seriously?!!!!

He is already moving away when the voice reaches out. Like a frail hand wrapping around one of his ankles, or dragging in his tail: "Look, I'm sorry." Seiji pauses, surprised by the show of humility. He turnes to blink over one shoulder, a forelimb poised to continue his exit. But the boy continues to speak, and something softens in Seiji's face. He turns back then, and facing the boy answers with a nod. You are forgiven. He hadn't been truly angry in the first place. Only a little disappointed. A little frustrated. It did suck to be messed with, the two of them agreed on this at least. Though Seiji would string the words a little differently; he smiles anyway, his good cheer returning. This is an interesting boy, clearly wiser than first assumed. Maybe a little impulsive, but… Wasn't Seiji once an impetuous youth, himself? His head tilts slightly to one side as he wonders what the stranger's magic is — what it does. He is familiar only with tradition, the old magic of ritual, the scattering of bones. He thinks of the fire, the smoldering embers. He thinks of the strange lights he saw in the Portal. Kiada's flames. The rules here differ from the rules of home. He ought to be intrigued, but… extenuating circumstances. The boy is speaking again. "You don't talk much." No. Seiji shakes his head, eyes trained on the boy. Following with interest the jagged gold marking down neck and shoulder. Shifting once more to meet the boy's gaze. How strange, to be afflicted by this ailment: which everyone sees but no one understands. The truth of it impossible to impart. Seiji opens his mouth as if to say something, as if to form the words of explanation, but no words escape. He lets his teeth click shut, ears twisting. I can't. He was never so silent by choice. "Can't talk?" But the boy is fast. Seiji nods affirmative, and sighs. He still doesn't particularly wish to linger here, in yet another place with no answers. He wonders if the boy knows anything. If he can even find a way to ask.

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