[ His ears twitch a little, and there's a soft sway of his tail at Fie's approach. The second he hears her, he shifts towards the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over the side. He stands and moves towards the door. He tugs it open and takes a step or two back as he waits for her. Because, well, if his tail twitches and ears perking mean anything - he's delighted to see her. ]
[When the door opens for her, she pauses briefly before walking in, plate in hand. Said plate has a few celery stalks and some pieces of cut up apples. And a flower. An edible one. Fie sets it on the night stand and plops on to the bed, legs folded beneath her. She pats the spot next to her. Come back, Louis.]
[ He shifts, moving to get in close to her first, and with a single motion he shifts to wrap his arms around her shoulders. He pulls her into, what she will probably describe as one of the single most awkward hugs. But, he makes no move like he's going to change his mind immediately after doing it, and remains there. He's not good at this, not by the stretch of anyone's imagination. He doesn't frequently (ever) hug, or often (ever) really let people get close like this. ]
The action initially startles Fie, but she realizes what it is very quickly. Wow, this is new and different and...
Nice. Very nice. She turns and wraps her arms around him too, pressing her face into his shoulder. Fie's hold on him tightens a little, and a new, previously restrained, wave of emotion hits her, and by proximity, him as well. She's so relieved he's home safe now, her breathing becomes uneven. Residual feelings still linger: rage at whoever took him, anger at this place for letting it happen, fear that he wouldn't return to them. They echo from his time away, when Fie was almost frantic to find any scrap of information on the off chance it may lead to him.
She stays like this for who knows how long, her arms tight around him, face buried in his fur. She doesn't make a sound. No remarks, no jokes, nothing to disturb the connection they share right now. It just needs to stay this way.]
[ It's weird to realize that you can count the amount of hugs you've given and been given on a single hand. The day Oguma bought him, when Legosi found him with the Shishigumi, and now today. It's never really bothered him, though. He grew up without it, so he wasn't really aware that it was missing. But when Fie's arms tighten, when that wave of emotions hits him he lets the feeling sink in because they're her feelings. He notes that it's still weird sometimes, to feel what his bonds are feeling. But this is one of the first times that he has so openly accepted the feelings without hesitation.
He's relieved to feel what she can feel and to know that she feels the way she does. He knows how others have been glad to see him, even the relief his father felt that day he saw Louis in the hospital, or when Juno kissed him when he returned to school. Or the way Legosi's tail wagged so aggressively every time they met. Even when Louis would call him stupid.
The Bond is so readily open and free and safe. So he allows himself to feel the relief that he's back home - and let her have that, too. That slightest bit of happiness, that comfort, that ease. His arms tighten, too, a hand moving up to rest on the back of her head, settling there. And there's just one quiet thing he says: ]
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[Well, she did offer this time.]
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[Curiosity. She's already gathering some.]
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I thought that was the point.
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[He can probably hear the faint padding of her feet on the steps now at least.]
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Now you've got a little variety.
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[ He shifts, moving to get in close to her first, and with a single motion he shifts to wrap his arms around her shoulders. He pulls her into, what she will probably describe as one of the single most awkward hugs. But, he makes no move like he's going to change his mind immediately after doing it, and remains there. He's not good at this, not by the stretch of anyone's imagination. He doesn't frequently (ever) hug, or often (ever) really let people get close like this. ]
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The action initially startles Fie, but she realizes what it is very quickly. Wow, this is new and different and...
Nice. Very nice. She turns and wraps her arms around him too, pressing her face into his shoulder. Fie's hold on him tightens a little, and a new, previously restrained, wave of emotion hits her, and by proximity, him as well. She's so relieved he's home safe now, her breathing becomes uneven. Residual feelings still linger: rage at whoever took him, anger at this place for letting it happen, fear that he wouldn't return to them. They echo from his time away, when Fie was almost frantic to find any scrap of information on the off chance it may lead to him.
She stays like this for who knows how long, her arms tight around him, face buried in his fur. She doesn't make a sound. No remarks, no jokes, nothing to disturb the connection they share right now. It just needs to stay this way.]
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He's relieved to feel what she can feel and to know that she feels the way she does. He knows how others have been glad to see him, even the relief his father felt that day he saw Louis in the hospital, or when Juno kissed him when he returned to school. Or the way Legosi's tail wagged so aggressively every time they met. Even when Louis would call him stupid.
The Bond is so readily open and free and safe. So he allows himself to feel the relief that he's back home - and let her have that, too. That slightest bit of happiness, that comfort, that ease. His arms tighten, too, a hand moving up to rest on the back of her head, settling there. And there's just one quiet thing he says: ]
I'm glad to be home.
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