[ if only Leaks could kill Bardo right here, right now, and save everyone a lot of trouble. as it stands, the Ribika stands there with his hand still poised over Leaks' hair, shoulders rising just an inch to accommodate the feeling of claws in his skin.
don't laugh, he tells himself.
somehow he manages not to, but the wide split of his grin speaks for itself. as he's told, he doesn't speak.
just hums. tilts his head, faux-innocent, and gives Leaks' ear one last rub. ]
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don't laugh, he tells himself.
somehow he manages not to, but the wide split of his grin speaks for itself. as he's told, he doesn't speak.
just hums. tilts his head, faux-innocent, and gives Leaks' ear one last rub. ]