[ the contrast between the entertained and the horrified is traumas-wide; Getou watches on with bright eyes and a bushy tail. he can apart real threats from projected ones, but the theater of it is the point — and getting the job done. he's performed the thing admirably, though some still dawdle about, that pesky old freeze response. ]

[ for his own role to play, he's elated, hands coming together to applaud. it's rude to not reward even a mediocre performance. ]

Bravo, bravo. [ and as Seimei comes into arm's length, two rough and excitable hands take up his head with fingers sending his hair flying in every direction, fingertips scritching at the scalp — arguably, where two big ears would sit on any other creature. ] What a good boy. Looks like I found the best pet in the whole resort, just like that~.

[ indeed, hands lovingly cup cheeks and jawline, keeping his face caught and admired, squeezing at the meat of his cheeks as he makes his own diminutive faces. ]

What's he wanna do next, huh? Chase? Dinner? Bathtime? [ an octave drop: ] Training and exercise?