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[chosenofthunder]

[No matter how unreadable Noa tries to make himself and how much bitterness there is in the naga's voice...

Well, maybe people from Touya's world are naturally more empathetic. Touya lets the quiet settle only for a few moments as he peers around at the small place again.]

Do you ever get lonely?

[noasark]

[The snort given is loud, even if there was a slight hesitation.]

Tell me you're not seriously asking that.

[chosenofthunder]

Mn... I don't think it's that bad to ask.

[noasark]

It's a pointless thing to ask, [he grumbles.] You already know the answer.

[Or at least, the one Noa is hoping for.]

[chosenofthunder]

[Touya can take a decent guess and it won't be what Noa would like him to think. But the werewolf wisely chooses not to say it.

Then carefully minding his large claws, he brings a paw forward to gently lift at the new limbs on the snake's back and examine them if he doesn't protest too much.]

[noasark]

[There is a hiss-and a weak mutter in reply.] Now what are you doing..?

[chosenofthunder]

[Just as delicately, Touya gets the one he's looking over to spread.]

You have wings... sort of. More like fans?

[Real noodle-like when folded up though, that's for sure.]

[noasark]

WHAT?!

[So he shouts, only to regret it-there is a wheezing gasp as he clutches his throat, curling.]

That's what's on my back..?!

[chosenofthunder]

[Touya shifts up closer, balled up on his haunches, so that both his forepaws are free.]

Yeah. How much can you move them?

[And the were lets the one "wing" he was spreading rest in his paw after letting it fold again.]

[noasark]

[Ugh. So that's what the voice of the Fog was going on about...]

I can hardly move what I already had, let alone those, [he grumbles.]

[chosenofthunder]

[So grumbly. But, Noa has a perfect good reason to be so grumpy. Touya guides the likely raw appendage back to the position is was hanging from the naga's back.]

Is there anything you need?

[Water? Just space?]

[noasark]

[For now? He simply sighs through the pain, and adjusts himself more comfortably on his coils.]

...I just need silence, [He eventually says quietly.]

That's it.

[chosenofthunder]

...Okay.

[Shifting back, Touya's resting on all four paws again. Then he closes his eyes to get back to his nap.]

annd done

[noasark]

[Okay. Sleep it is. With one last relieved sigh, the snake thus closes his eyes...allowing both of them some time to perhaps take a break from the chaos of the passing days.]