[Natsume hums softly, that noise he makes when he's thinking seriously about something, or when he disagrees but doesn't want to say it right out.] It makes us different. It could even be argued it makes me weak and you strong.
[He reaches for his bag again, tugging it onto his lap and starting to pull something out.] I'm not perfect. But it's...nice to not be treated like there's something wrong with me. So. Thank you.
[It comes out a bit awkward, but it's accompanied by the soft curl of his fluffy tail, around Junpei's wrist, squeezing gently. Natsume can't quite articulate how strange and wonderful it is to not be treated like a freak, can't put it into words.
As for what he's pulling out it's...the same ear coverings he'd made weeks ago. Not new ones, not redone or with anything added, at least at first glance. It's the same set that Junpei's always had. Except, upon closer look, these ones are radiating with some sort of intense, powerful energy. Somehow.]
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[He reaches for his bag again, tugging it onto his lap and starting to pull something out.] I'm not perfect. But it's...nice to not be treated like there's something wrong with me. So. Thank you.
[It comes out a bit awkward, but it's accompanied by the soft curl of his fluffy tail, around Junpei's wrist, squeezing gently. Natsume can't quite articulate how strange and wonderful it is to not be treated like a freak, can't put it into words.
As for what he's pulling out it's...the same ear coverings he'd made weeks ago. Not new ones, not redone or with anything added, at least at first glance. It's the same set that Junpei's always had. Except, upon closer look, these ones are radiating with some sort of intense, powerful energy. Somehow.]