[ dextera is not completely unaware that something is on guren's mind—a lot of somethings. he hasn't forgotten that guren called him over to test those drugs, and he probably would have kept going if dextera hadn't reacted so poorly.
for now, though, they're out of the house. they're away from that, and dextera feels like his own home is the better place to be, even without a fireplace. they don't need it right now. just company is enough. ]
...?
[ he pokes his head in, and he's not sure where his chicken has gone exactly, but he's sure she'll turn up eventually. he's not worried about it, and he reaches back to hook a finger around one of guren's to guide him into the house. despite the way he seems almost relentlessly happy, there's a wistful edge to his smile when he looks back at guren.
all this, the stupid chicken thing, is just a distraction, isn't it? but distractions are okay sometimes. ]
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for now, though, they're out of the house. they're away from that, and dextera feels like his own home is the better place to be, even without a fireplace. they don't need it right now. just company is enough. ]
...?
[ he pokes his head in, and he's not sure where his chicken has gone exactly, but he's sure she'll turn up eventually. he's not worried about it, and he reaches back to hook a finger around one of guren's to guide him into the house. despite the way he seems almost relentlessly happy, there's a wistful edge to his smile when he looks back at guren.
all this, the stupid chicken thing, is just a distraction, isn't it? but distractions are okay sometimes. ]