[ they do- and because they cannot feel the rhythm of the world, they do not exist in harmony with it. he could go on- and normally, he would, comforting himself with the familiarity of the similarities of mortals of wherever they are. but he does not.
instead- minding the nug, of course, because she has teeth well-suited for for tearing a hole in his clothes- he leans forward, and brushes the outsider's bangs out of the way, tucking the longer ones behind his ear. he'd embrace him, but- nug. instead, he settles the intimate touch to the outsider's hair, and a hand clenched into his fist over his heart, an inclined head.
(he is not alone. though it does come with a hint of that parenting.) ]
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instead- minding the nug, of course, because she has teeth well-suited for for tearing a hole in his clothes- he leans forward, and brushes the outsider's bangs out of the way, tucking the longer ones behind his ear. he'd embrace him, but- nug. instead, he settles the intimate touch to the outsider's hair, and a hand clenched into his fist over his heart, an inclined head.
(he is not alone. though it does come with a hint of that parenting.) ]