[ nooooo his tail has betrayed him... again and again, it never really learns its lesson? but then again Keaton's facade is basically that anyway: despite his words, the meaning can only truly be discerned through that tail of his... ]
Well. I'm sure that if you were sorry enough, I could probably forgive you.
[ but he'd never want to be at that point? besides, Henry's enthusiasm towards wolves already earned him his trust, albeit very quickly. ]
You've got good hands. What do you normally do with them?
[Maybe he's looking for some answer like sculpture, intricate swordplay, or something that would actually contribute to good dexterity. All-in-all, Henry laughs at the question.]
Aww, shucks. You'll make me blush. Nothing that makes me good at petting, though. I'm just a natural! The most I do with my hands is draw sigils or leaf through dark tomes, so unless that contributes to being a master ear-scratcher, that's all me.
[ but he didn't smell dark magic! no, he smells... like a human. maybe a faint whiff of bird? maybe some blood? it still requires some further exploration, as he's now firmly entrenched in Henry's personal space. ]
... I knew mages. Some used weird scrolls with animals. Some used books. Didn't like getting hit by any of those.
Weird scrolls with animals? I'm afraid I don't follow. But I'm totally a dark mage, through and through! So yeah, I use books like regular mages, only dark magic's my calling.
[ that's quality DLC right there... the class can be unlocked with the petting seal. ]
Hm. I see. Then, I guess you're all right. Can't think of anything wrong with a dark mage that cares for a Wolfskin like me.
[ it's almost like a piece of home has suddenly appeared, weird robot bird and all. but either way, he's happy to have Henry here. a calming presence!--- sort of. ]
How about we get you another metal thing instead of a bird? Or do you want that one? I might fight it if it gets too close.
Henry finds Keaton's phrasing strange, and he has to idly wonder if wherever Keaton's from, it's more common for mages to dislike Wolfskin. What ever for? He can't figure it out and frankly, he hardly wants to. He can't detect a reason to dislike Keaton, only reasons to like him. That's good enough for him.
His attention's summoned backed to "Raymond", who gives the two of them wary, jerky tilts of its head to analyze Henry's interaction with Keaton. Henry shrugs his shoulders.]
Eh. I was kinda lonely and this shopkeeper offered to let me socialize that crow for a little, so I thought, hey. Why not? But I'm not so lonely any more, so I don't see a need!
[The robotic crow is learning fast. It doesn't like the implication that Keaton's taking its spot in Henry's favor. It cries out angrily and hops from its spot, making a direct line for Keaton in a renewed attack with its talons.]
[ oh. what a jealous bird? there probably could've been a place for both of them in Henry's heart, but now it looks like there is only a single vacancy. pity that! and despite the fact that mages aren't really Keaton's thing (blame a low Res for that), he's been finding Henry to be a very pleasant human. a good bean.
but this crow... ]
Hm?
[ it's back, but this time he's ready. with a swing of his arm, he smacks the robot bird as hard as he can in the direction of the store. it doesn't come without a consequence; Keaton doesn't bother to shapeshift his arm and he can feel it bruise his forearm. ]
[There really was! If only it would behave itself. Unfortunately, Henry didn't allow for that by letting it remain on "bloodthirsty", giving it a disadvantage when it came to getting along with others.
Keaton reacts before Henry can, and Henry yelps at the sheer force of his hit. Off goes the robotic pet... It slams right into the door of the store and falls to the snowy ground in a graceless pile of... metallic imitation feathers.]
Whoa! That was a close one!
[There are a couple things to be concerned about, true... but Henry's not caught up in those details.]
I don't think he likes you very much. Dunno how he determines friend or foe. Those are some sharp talons, though; he didn't draw any blood, right?
[It's hard to tell if he's peering over out of eagerness or concern, but he's looking at Keaton's forearm nonetheless.]
[ there's nothing that looks like an injury, save for a red mark where the bird made the most solid contact. he doesn't look too worried about it being more curious about what happened once he gave it a good counterstrike. ]
You know, it's fine. I'd rather have animals not like me more than anything else. [ and with a shrug, he clicks his tongue. ] Animals are predictable. They don't lie on purpose. Humans, though?
[ he doesn't really answer his own question. ]
So, uh... guess the bird won't be going anywhere anytime soon. But I'll give you some company if you want it.
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Well. I'm sure that if you were sorry enough, I could probably forgive you.
[ but he'd never want to be at that point? besides, Henry's enthusiasm towards wolves already earned him his trust, albeit very quickly. ]
You've got good hands. What do you normally do with them?
[ aka 'how does he pet' ]
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Aww, shucks. You'll make me blush. Nothing that makes me good at petting, though. I'm just a natural! The most I do with my hands is draw sigils or leaf through dark tomes, so unless that contributes to being a master ear-scratcher, that's all me.
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Wait. Dark tomes? Sigils? You sound like a mage.
[ but he didn't smell dark magic! no, he smells... like a human. maybe a faint whiff of bird? maybe some blood? it still requires some further exploration, as he's now firmly entrenched in Henry's personal space. ]
... I knew mages. Some used weird scrolls with animals. Some used books. Didn't like getting hit by any of those.
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Weird scrolls with animals? I'm afraid I don't follow. But I'm totally a dark mage, through and through! So yeah, I use books like regular mages, only dark magic's my calling.
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Hm. I see. Then, I guess you're all right. Can't think of anything wrong with a dark mage that cares for a Wolfskin like me.
[ it's almost like a piece of home has suddenly appeared, weird robot bird and all. but either way, he's happy to have Henry here. a calming presence!--- sort of. ]
How about we get you another metal thing instead of a bird? Or do you want that one? I might fight it if it gets too close.
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Henry finds Keaton's phrasing strange, and he has to idly wonder if wherever Keaton's from, it's more common for mages to dislike Wolfskin. What ever for? He can't figure it out and frankly, he hardly wants to. He can't detect a reason to dislike Keaton, only reasons to like him. That's good enough for him.
His attention's summoned backed to "Raymond", who gives the two of them wary, jerky tilts of its head to analyze Henry's interaction with Keaton. Henry shrugs his shoulders.]
Eh. I was kinda lonely and this shopkeeper offered to let me socialize that crow for a little, so I thought, hey. Why not? But I'm not so lonely any more, so I don't see a need!
[The robotic crow is learning fast. It doesn't like the implication that Keaton's taking its spot in Henry's favor. It cries out angrily and hops from its spot, making a direct line for Keaton in a renewed attack with its talons.]
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but this crow... ]
Hm?
[ it's back, but this time he's ready. with a swing of his arm, he smacks the robot bird as hard as he can in the direction of the store. it doesn't come without a consequence; Keaton doesn't bother to shapeshift his arm and he can feel it bruise his forearm. ]
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Keaton reacts before Henry can, and Henry yelps at the sheer force of his hit. Off goes the robotic pet... It slams right into the door of the store and falls to the snowy ground in a graceless pile of... metallic imitation feathers.]
Whoa! That was a close one!
[There are a couple things to be concerned about, true... but Henry's not caught up in those details.]
I don't think he likes you very much. Dunno how he determines friend or foe. Those are some sharp talons, though; he didn't draw any blood, right?
[It's hard to tell if he's peering over out of eagerness or concern, but he's looking at Keaton's forearm nonetheless.]
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[ there's nothing that looks like an injury, save for a red mark where the bird made the most solid contact. he doesn't look too worried about it being more curious about what happened once he gave it a good counterstrike. ]
You know, it's fine. I'd rather have animals not like me more than anything else. [ and with a shrug, he clicks his tongue. ] Animals are predictable. They don't lie on purpose. Humans, though?
[ he doesn't really answer his own question. ]
So, uh... guess the bird won't be going anywhere anytime soon. But I'll give you some company if you want it.