Azwel nods, taking another swallow of water, more slowly this time. He tilts his head to one side, regarding the box. "Oh--thank you." He reaches out a hand and plucks one from the box. His claws seem really long even at rest, as though they don't quite retract all the way. He takes a bite and smiles. "This is good," he murmurs.
After a beat, though, he grows quiet and thoughtful, chewing absently at the sugary thing. "I don't have anyplace to go--I don't actually live in this town. Maybe we can strike a deal." His ears press downward into his hair again as though in an effort to look harmless or maybe tractable. It's not a look that works all that well with his face, but he's trying.
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Date: 2019-07-14 08:54 am (UTC)After a beat, though, he grows quiet and thoughtful, chewing absently at the sugary thing. "I don't have anyplace to go--I don't actually live in this town. Maybe we can strike a deal." His ears press downward into his hair again as though in an effort to look harmless or maybe tractable. It's not a look that works all that well with his face, but he's trying.