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( he does relax a bit in as much as that this stranger doesn’t seem at all angry or threatening that he’s been suddenly sat down at his table, yet…
asato doesn’t think he’s ever spoken to someone like this. someone so… smooth, refined—genteel, even. such mannerisms were basically extinct in sisa. it wasn’t really that ribika were by their nature uncivilized, but the dire place that the Void and the Sickness has put them into, making each and every day a struggle for survival in a world that increasingly seemed to reject them, just didn’t give them reason to conduct themselves in such a way. it still manages to make him just a little nervous, simply because it’s strange and foreign to him. but asato tends to think of himself as a pretty good judge of threat, if not a judge of character. his gut doesn’t tell him that this stranger means him harm, so there’s no need to continue to be so wary.
he’s never been very good at talking to others, given how much of his life he had spent avoiding them, but he at least doesn’t have any issue trying.
as flins leans over to take a look at the card that had been pushed his way, asato takes the opportunity to scrutinize him a little closer. most of the people he’s seen in this place all have ears like this… so strange. the majority don’t have any tails either. he’s so curious as to what they actually are, but it’s such an awkward question to ask, especially when it’s typically his prerogative to say nothing at all. so he keeps his curiosity contained to himself, for now.
he tilts his head at the question. again, a pretty challenging one for a cat who had purposefully avoided everyone in his home village his entire life. none of them knew anything about him besides the obvious things, because none of them cared.
instead, he thought of konoe. he mentally scans through all of the things the other cat had said to him since they met on kira’s borders. it was the surprise that the other cat had showed when he’d been mending his torn bracer that jumps to mind. )
Hm. I can sew. ( he looks down, picking at his shirt with his hand. he’s probably wearing a branded t-shirt and sweatpants, like a kid whose clothes got messed up at school—something that was cheap and available, after the shift he’d worked. ) Not these. But, before. I made my clothes, and I fixed them when they got damaged, too.
( there actually are plenty of other things asato is certain strangers would be more surprised about, but… they are also very much the types of things he doesn’t want to talk about apropos of nothing. )
[It's good to know that even with their different appearances and demeanor, they can still reach something of a sense of comfort with one another. Or at least not have the poor newcomer be quite so on edge for the entire 'date.' For while Flins is used to fighting, there's little need for it here, and he wishes to pose no threat to others unless it becomes necessary. And with Asato here, he's about the least threatening person Flins has met during his few months' stay. No need to frighten the poor young man, even if it would be somewhat amusing. He's not that cruel.
Though it's easy to feel the weight of the other man's eyes upon him as he takes up the card, earning Asato a knowing smile that's still rather friendly. Giving him plenty of time to consider the question and form a response, as there's no call to rush. The evening is still early, or so he assumes, given there's no clocks or windows here.
Once Asato speaks however, his eyes flick up to the young man's face and he nods, as though giving his approval. Not everybody knows how to do basic skills, no matter how necessary they may be. So often folks just buy what they need without learning the skills behind them. Folly, he feels.]
A useful ability to have, certainly. I fear the majority aren't so skilled. At least not in that area. [He hums thoughtfully, eyeing the other's attire.] I assume you typically wear something vastly different? It's the same for me.
[His turtleneck is a far cry from the dress shirt, mantle, and cloak he usually opts for, but at least the slacks are familiar and comfortable. He might have fled if he was forced to wear shorts of all things.]
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asato doesn’t think he’s ever spoken to someone like this. someone so… smooth, refined—genteel, even. such mannerisms were basically extinct in sisa. it wasn’t really that ribika were by their nature uncivilized, but the dire place that the Void and the Sickness has put them into, making each and every day a struggle for survival in a world that increasingly seemed to reject them, just didn’t give them reason to conduct themselves in such a way. it still manages to make him just a little nervous, simply because it’s strange and foreign to him. but asato tends to think of himself as a pretty good judge of threat, if not a judge of character. his gut doesn’t tell him that this stranger means him harm, so there’s no need to continue to be so wary.
he’s never been very good at talking to others, given how much of his life he had spent avoiding them, but he at least doesn’t have any issue trying.
as flins leans over to take a look at the card that had been pushed his way, asato takes the opportunity to scrutinize him a little closer. most of the people he’s seen in this place all have ears like this… so strange. the majority don’t have any tails either. he’s so curious as to what they actually are, but it’s such an awkward question to ask, especially when it’s typically his prerogative to say nothing at all. so he keeps his curiosity contained to himself, for now.
he tilts his head at the question. again, a pretty challenging one for a cat who had purposefully avoided everyone in his home village his entire life. none of them knew anything about him besides the obvious things, because none of them cared.
instead, he thought of konoe. he mentally scans through all of the things the other cat had said to him since they met on kira’s borders. it was the surprise that the other cat had showed when he’d been mending his torn bracer that jumps to mind. )
Hm. I can sew. ( he looks down, picking at his shirt with his hand. he’s probably wearing a branded t-shirt and sweatpants, like a kid whose clothes got messed up at school—something that was cheap and available, after the shift he’d worked. ) Not these. But, before. I made my clothes, and I fixed them when they got damaged, too.
( there actually are plenty of other things asato is certain strangers would be more surprised about, but… they are also very much the types of things he doesn’t want to talk about apropos of nothing. )
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Though it's easy to feel the weight of the other man's eyes upon him as he takes up the card, earning Asato a knowing smile that's still rather friendly. Giving him plenty of time to consider the question and form a response, as there's no call to rush. The evening is still early, or so he assumes, given there's no clocks or windows here.
Once Asato speaks however, his eyes flick up to the young man's face and he nods, as though giving his approval. Not everybody knows how to do basic skills, no matter how necessary they may be. So often folks just buy what they need without learning the skills behind them. Folly, he feels.]
A useful ability to have, certainly. I fear the majority aren't so skilled. At least not in that area. [He hums thoughtfully, eyeing the other's attire.] I assume you typically wear something vastly different? It's the same for me.
[His turtleneck is a far cry from the dress shirt, mantle, and cloak he usually opts for, but at least the slacks are familiar and comfortable. He might have fled if he was forced to wear shorts of all things.]