[ It probably should be mentioned that the hand that was placed on Narumi's forehead was the flesh and bone one, not the translucent spacemetal one. Just a note.
It's kind of funny, he thinks, just how many people here remind him of small, hissing, spitting cats. So far, that's the impression he's getting out of Narumi, especially with the leaning into the touch. There's the faintest little smile itching at the corners of his lips at the spoken word and the unintentional gravitation towards touch. ]
I don't think so. But you don't have a fever. [ He laughs here, though not AT Narumi. ] It's probably the kind of spice on the food, actually.
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It's kind of funny, he thinks, just how many people here remind him of small, hissing, spitting cats. So far, that's the impression he's getting out of Narumi, especially with the leaning into the touch. There's the faintest little smile itching at the corners of his lips at the spoken word and the unintentional gravitation towards touch. ]
I don't think so. But you don't have a fever. [ He laughs here, though not AT Narumi. ] It's probably the kind of spice on the food, actually.