[ He watches her smooth everything out, trying not to allow his hide to twitch. He succeeds half the time, the other half visible as a twitch of skin or a reactionary twitch of his stubby deer tail, which as Konoha could predict, doesn't lift the flap in the same convenient way that a horse tail does. If this ends up being a regular issue to contend with, he's going to need to seek out custom tailoring.
The thought alone gives him a headache, so he promptly stops thinking about it. ]
I'm sorry it was so early...
[ When she was obviously sleeping, and she's so busy during the day. ]
If there's any way I can make it up to you, tell me.
[ When she says she's fine, he doesn't fully believe it, but he also knows he won't press. He asked, and made his concern for her known, and anything else was on her terms to decide. Hamaji had taught him that over the years, and it's a lesson he retains close to heart.
(Not that she's wrong. For a dead man to contemplate children when he's not assured of living to see another day, it's complicated. Nothing he'd want to leave behind, either, and what also if he outlived any children he had? There's no way to win, if he ever took to thinking about it.) ]
I can try.
[ The answer should be yes in his opinion, now that he's calmed down and been otherwise embarrassed. The panic that'd taken over him earlier that morning has subsided, and while he's careful as he walks forward, placing each hoof with deliberate precision, he's steadier than he had been. It helps being in the open space of the living area by the entry way, with ceilings high enough and without dangling parts to catch on his antlers. ]
I think I'm getting the hang of it. Until I have to walk on ice, or stairs.
[ How's he going to have to balance? He's only ridden horses behind someone else, how does any of this really... argh! It's so frustrating! He breathes out in an exasperated sigh, wanting to throw his arms out to the side but keeping the motion small to maintain his sense of equilibrium. ]
When people talk about the changes that happen during the moons, I never thought it'd be like this!
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The thought alone gives him a headache, so he promptly stops thinking about it. ]
I'm sorry it was so early...
[ When she was obviously sleeping, and she's so busy during the day. ]
If there's any way I can make it up to you, tell me.
[ When she says she's fine, he doesn't fully believe it, but he also knows he won't press. He asked, and made his concern for her known, and anything else was on her terms to decide. Hamaji had taught him that over the years, and it's a lesson he retains close to heart.
(Not that she's wrong. For a dead man to contemplate children when he's not assured of living to see another day, it's complicated. Nothing he'd want to leave behind, either, and what also if he outlived any children he had? There's no way to win, if he ever took to thinking about it.) ]
I can try.
[ The answer should be yes in his opinion, now that he's calmed down and been otherwise embarrassed. The panic that'd taken over him earlier that morning has subsided, and while he's careful as he walks forward, placing each hoof with deliberate precision, he's steadier than he had been. It helps being in the open space of the living area by the entry way, with ceilings high enough and without dangling parts to catch on his antlers. ]
I think I'm getting the hang of it. Until I have to walk on ice, or stairs.
[ How's he going to have to balance? He's only ridden horses behind someone else, how does any of this really... argh! It's so frustrating! He breathes out in an exasperated sigh, wanting to throw his arms out to the side but keeping the motion small to maintain his sense of equilibrium. ]
When people talk about the changes that happen during the moons, I never thought it'd be like this!