[ dextera doesn’t usually see makoto like this. he’s learned a few different aspects by now, so the unusual side doesn’t surprise him, but he does note that makoto is capable of a face that is neither twisted in anger or flashing some cold superiority. the edges are softened in what seems to be genuine curiosity.
hesitant to make makoto take out his shard just yet, a request he has for a time after they’ve both satisfied themselves, dextera continues speaking only in the words he can find a way to communicate. he brought his notebook along just in case, but with makoto, it feels more important to him to answer from more than just a list of phrases he’s pre-written. there’s a personal connection in telling makoto letter-by-letter. ]
Hungry.
[ in that small, unassuming word, there are layers. obviously the hunger is of a different kind than dextera might feel daily; he satisfies himself from one meal to the next with normal food, even leaning toward vegetation over the array of meat available from hunting and fishing, but there’s only so long he can last before his body needs this.
conflicted by his own nature, the look in his eyes is fleetingly guilty when he answers like that. it only smooths out when he turns it back on makoto, picking up a thread from one of their earliest meetings. this rare thing they have in common. ]
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[ dextera doesn’t usually see makoto like this. he’s learned a few different aspects by now, so the unusual side doesn’t surprise him, but he does note that makoto is capable of a face that is neither twisted in anger or flashing some cold superiority. the edges are softened in what seems to be genuine curiosity.
hesitant to make makoto take out his shard just yet, a request he has for a time after they’ve both satisfied themselves, dextera continues speaking only in the words he can find a way to communicate. he brought his notebook along just in case, but with makoto, it feels more important to him to answer from more than just a list of phrases he’s pre-written. there’s a personal connection in telling makoto letter-by-letter. ]
Hungry.
[ in that small, unassuming word, there are layers. obviously the hunger is of a different kind than dextera might feel daily; he satisfies himself from one meal to the next with normal food, even leaning toward vegetation over the array of meat available from hunting and fishing, but there’s only so long he can last before his body needs this.
conflicted by his own nature, the look in his eyes is fleetingly guilty when he answers like that. it only smooths out when he turns it back on makoto, picking up a thread from one of their earliest meetings. this rare thing they have in common. ]
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