[ Foreigner is considerate, in his own way. The empathetic capability of a being devoured by the Void isn't something that Mozart has ever considered at great length, but it's easy enough to come to a conclusion about Ain in particular: he tries.
It's why, Mozart assumes, he chooses to appear in this nonthreatening form.
Black fur feels like warmed ink under the musician's fingers, and sifts under his nails like a whisper. ]
I have no objections on my end! The more, the merrier.
[ Eyes narrowed, he scoops Ain up to tuck him in the crook of one thin elbow. A gaggle of teenage girls pass by, mouths covered under their palms to muffle their cooing.
Mozart laughs, and waves to them by lifting one of Ain's paws. Precious. ]
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It's why, Mozart assumes, he chooses to appear in this nonthreatening form.
Black fur feels like warmed ink under the musician's fingers, and sifts under his nails like a whisper. ]
I have no objections on my end! The more, the merrier.
[ Eyes narrowed, he scoops Ain up to tuck him in the crook of one thin elbow. A gaggle of teenage girls pass by, mouths covered under their palms to muffle their cooing.
Mozart laughs, and waves to them by lifting one of Ain's paws. Precious. ]