He'd been sidling up without much thought, honestly too distracted by an animalistic urge to seek out anyone for enrichment, that he hadn't bothered trying to get a look at his victim's face. And while Fuuta does give a startled flinch and scoots back a solid pace or two at the sudden shouting -- especially because the rise in volume has his ears ringing afterward -- he otherwise just stares at Hiyori for a moment. Needing that half-second's pause to process what he's seeing.
Then he gives a nasty little cackle, inadvertently showing off the jagged, shark-like points of his teeth. ]
Oh, it's you.
[ He'd backed off to the entrance of the treehouse in his surprise, but now Fuuta slinks his way fully into Hiyori's precious little hideout, the snaking of his tail behind him lending an eerie, uncharacteristic grace to his movements. His eyes, too, seem to glow dimly in the darkness as he looks around. ]
Yeah, it's me. Whatever's going on here got me good. [ Here, Hiyori's brave little magpie assaults him, but Fuuta only clicks his tongue at the earring pinging off his horn, waving the bird away with the flick of a clawed hand. Whatever. It's something that would have bothered him more under normal circumstances, but in his current state, it feels insignificant. ] Though I guess it could be worse -- I don't feel too bad this time. ... kind of in good condition, actually.
[ He'd been glancing idly over his shoulder, out the doorway over the rest of the Vale, but Fuuta swiftly turns his attention back to Hiyori with an eyebrow raised. ]
What're you doing here, anyway? You found yourself a little hideout and then got stuck because they decided to chuck everyone who got transformed in here? [ That tail swishes idly behind him, an underline to his little pause before he continues: ] You know that's not gonna work forever, right. They keep chucking more people here, and there's only so far we can spread out. You're gonna get found eventually. Like this.
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He'd been sidling up without much thought, honestly too distracted by an animalistic urge to seek out anyone for enrichment, that he hadn't bothered trying to get a look at his victim's face. And while Fuuta does give a startled flinch and scoots back a solid pace or two at the sudden shouting -- especially because the rise in volume has his ears ringing afterward -- he otherwise just stares at Hiyori for a moment. Needing that half-second's pause to process what he's seeing.
Then he gives a nasty little cackle, inadvertently showing off the jagged, shark-like points of his teeth. ]
Oh, it's you.
[ He'd backed off to the entrance of the treehouse in his surprise, but now Fuuta slinks his way fully into Hiyori's precious little hideout, the snaking of his tail behind him lending an eerie, uncharacteristic grace to his movements. His eyes, too, seem to glow dimly in the darkness as he looks around. ]
Yeah, it's me. Whatever's going on here got me good. [ Here, Hiyori's brave little magpie assaults him, but Fuuta only clicks his tongue at the earring pinging off his horn, waving the bird away with the flick of a clawed hand. Whatever. It's something that would have bothered him more under normal circumstances, but in his current state, it feels insignificant. ] Though I guess it could be worse -- I don't feel too bad this time. ... kind of in good condition, actually.
[ He'd been glancing idly over his shoulder, out the doorway over the rest of the Vale, but Fuuta swiftly turns his attention back to Hiyori with an eyebrow raised. ]
What're you doing here, anyway? You found yourself a little hideout and then got stuck because they decided to chuck everyone who got transformed in here? [ That tail swishes idly behind him, an underline to his little pause before he continues: ] You know that's not gonna work forever, right. They keep chucking more people here, and there's only so far we can spread out. You're gonna get found eventually. Like this.