There's a muffled grunt from the other side of the door, followed by the clatter of a tray being placed on the floor. "Whatever, suit yourself," someone mumbles and walks off. (mumble mumble like fine don't tip me thanks for nothing you jerks mumble mumble)
Nighteyes lifts his nose and sniffs once, twice, before he emits a grumble-growl of displeasure and drops his massive head down onto Huaisang's lap. Cheese and bread, he confirms with clear disappointment, and so noses at Huaisang's hand again. Please resume the ear-scratching, it his his only solace now that he has been denied real food.
"You two do have very good hearing, huh."
"He has good hearing. Mine is like anyone else's, I should think, but with--" and here he balks again, just momentarily, at calling the Wit bond between himself and Nighteyes what it is, despite the clear evidence before him that either Huaisang himself possesses the latent ability for it himself, or that their magics simply work differently in this place. His eyes dart evasively to the side and he scratches his jaw again. "...With our bond being what it is," there, and it isn't a lie, not if he only avoids one word, surely, "his senses sharpen mine. Keener hearing, sharper vision. In return, I give Nighteyes--"
A wedge of cheese for dinner, the wolf grouses, and Fitz lets out a bark of laughter despite himself.
"Yes, well, I should retrieve the cheese wedge before mice get to it." He pushes himself up off the edge of the bed and heads to the door to do just that.
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mumble mumble like fine don't tip me thanks for nothing you jerks mumble mumble)Nighteyes lifts his nose and sniffs once, twice, before he emits a grumble-growl of displeasure and drops his massive head down onto Huaisang's lap. Cheese and bread, he confirms with clear disappointment, and so noses at Huaisang's hand again. Please resume the ear-scratching, it his his only solace now that he has been denied real food.
"You two do have very good hearing, huh."
"He has good hearing. Mine is like anyone else's, I should think, but with--" and here he balks again, just momentarily, at calling the Wit bond between himself and Nighteyes what it is, despite the clear evidence before him that either Huaisang himself possesses the latent ability for it himself, or that their magics simply work differently in this place. His eyes dart evasively to the side and he scratches his jaw again. "...With our bond being what it is," there, and it isn't a lie, not if he only avoids one word, surely, "his senses sharpen mine. Keener hearing, sharper vision. In return, I give Nighteyes--"
A wedge of cheese for dinner, the wolf grouses, and Fitz lets out a bark of laughter despite himself.
"Yes, well, I should retrieve the cheese wedge before mice get to it." He pushes himself up off the edge of the bed and heads to the door to do just that.