[It's... fun, somehow. He blinks, quiet, focused, as Leliel moves over to his hand next. He holds it for her, watches, and his other hand moves to pet her gently as she goes. Just like this, there's something relaxing about it. He can't believe he's just... sitting here, feeding a chicken. A house chicken. It's ridiculous.
But it's a kind of ridiculous that he appreciates very much, and his whole person seems to be more relaxed in general. He's calm, he's a little sleepy, and he's letting Leliel have veggie scraps.
He almost forgets where he is, but Dextera's presence beside him is something he remembers shortly after. The warmth, he can feel, even with some distance between them, and he's fond of that, as well. It seems to fit. He looks over, and finally breaks his intense focus with a little smirk.]
I told you you're the one that's going to make her fat.
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But it's a kind of ridiculous that he appreciates very much, and his whole person seems to be more relaxed in general. He's calm, he's a little sleepy, and he's letting Leliel have veggie scraps.
He almost forgets where he is, but Dextera's presence beside him is something he remembers shortly after. The warmth, he can feel, even with some distance between them, and he's fond of that, as well. It seems to fit. He looks over, and finally breaks his intense focus with a little smirk.]
I told you you're the one that's going to make her fat.