[he's got no qualms about that. rather, he's content to let her bustle off, her much-more-awake clips of thoughts mood an interesting bit of color (as it were) to his wait. such things are infectious to degrees, and he can't help but entertain the notion of flight again – she was daring enough to suit that, wasn't she?
but small steps first, perhaps. he was going to have a walk with a human – something fairly impossible where he was from.
it keeps the small smile playing on his lips as he finishes most of the drink, going about picking up after the both of them as she finishes up.]
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but small steps first, perhaps. he was going to have a walk with a human – something fairly impossible where he was from.
it keeps the small smile playing on his lips as he finishes most of the drink, going about picking up after the both of them as she finishes up.]