a light year from reality Disbelief covered his face while eyes narrowed when labeling her mother the best of the best. Now, he would try and disapprove that but puny vocals were no much for one that has probably exercised theirs for cycles. Though it is not surprising how bias she was likely being. Honestly he would probably do the same. Probably. Looking the hybrid up and down, he blinked for a second as if expecting something. "Oh? Everyone? Let me hear you sing! Or are you actually the apple far from the bunch?" he taunted, gluing bottom to the submerged ground. Kyorai was the type that needed to see or hear it in order to believe it so, thoughts wanted to witness whether their statement was true or had a few holes in it. The canine listened with all attention toward company. Brain was able to process just about everything, but something still stumped him throughout the explanation, angling head. He was not sure what the difference was between "having one" and "adopting one" but mind was nitpicking in the matter. After staring blankly for a good minute, he snapped self out of space and immediately nodded his head. He saw how half of it worked, but he figured that was enough to understand the base process at least. Forepaw kicked a bit of water, beginning to splash it entirely. Although he was seemingly occupied, awareness definitely remained on the other. Things appeared to have settled but movement slowed and ears gradually flattened when he heard "listen, kid". The canine felt he brought about some trouble again, swinging head back and keeping it up with a crooked smile. However, as he payed attention to what she was saying, he rolled skull back down and perceived them fully. First was about the thing with her eyes which he responded in a stomp and rough shaking of head. "Your eyes! They weirdly moved! Like, they went around or something. I don't know what that's suppose to mean!" he explained, huffing and going on to what else was mentioned. Expression softened when told he would have to get use to those like her. That was slightly the problem, however, as he has yet to meet anyone apart from her in which acted like this. Leaning onto the rock closest to him, he licked the salt crystal that had formed upon it to try and alleviate the feeling that sprung onto him; finding the aftertaste enjoyable. Once she was done, he stopped his salt licking as he coughed up some particles that hung around in his throat. Humming, perhaps he should become somewhat like her? Though just by the way it sounded, it put a disgusted look on his face. "How did you get that very poor mouth filter? Do your parents know about it?" he uttered, lips twitching in its indecision to grin or smirk. It was a bit out of place asking that as if he were to tell them if they did not know; though it was likely what self was aiming for even if he doubted the rest of those under the same surname were kind enough to listen to such. |
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