Shirogane knew he made a mistake when he decided to go down and open the door himself, just realizing a bit too late that she had probably been calling for Yuki, and not a pathetically weak wolf like him, but Yuki was currently resting through the terrible storm and Shiro didn’t feel like waking him up to address someone. Despite this logic, his anxiety was going wild as he looked at the wolverine. He took a breath in, trying to relax. This was just a local. Locals hated his guts more than anyone else he knew, though. This wasn’t going to go so well. Perhaps he should at least put his best foot forward so she wouldn’t hate him as much, assuming they’d meet again.
“Wh… H-hey… why are you out in this weather?” He nervously asked, before realizing he didn’t answer her question. “I mean- yeah, maybe come inside though to patch yourself up…? I-it’s probably fairly inconvenient doing it outside…If you want to, of course..-”
He knew that her opinion of him was slowly dropping, his grip on the door tightening a bit as he thought of everything negative she’d say about him. But he was genuinely concerned for the other’s wellbeing, considering that the weather was bad enough to seemingly hurt her. A minute in the blizzard already proved difficult for him, he couldn’t imagine staying out there for any longer in an attempt to recover.
His blood ran cold for a bit as he remembered he was a freeloader, also inviting someone to stay in for a bit. If Yuki wasn’t going to be disappointed, everyone else will, but what was he suppose to say? ‘Uhm, nevermind actually, I want to save my skin’. That was arguably even worse, so he kept quiet. However, the fear in his small eyes definitely shined through, but that was a common look for him to have.
“I mean- it’s cold, and- you know…” How old was he? Five? Goodness, she was probably reconsidering this already.
though it was true the weather was harsh &. no place for a lone girl to be, hinakura refrains from retorting a blunt ‘ i’m used to it ’ at quick notice of his demeanor. the game of telephone across the isle almost never holds truth, yet... here he was; skittish as ever &. all-too real, tripping over his own words &. practically bleeding an obvious sense of fear.
although surprising, she hadn't felt anything negative towards him, despite the way his delusions had led him to believe such. regardless, it still strikes her as strange when she compares him against the various wolves she had met so far.
( it's best, she thinks, to simply write it off as him being "unique" in that regard, & to leave it as that. nothing more. )
still, it had come off as... endearing in its own way, she had supposed. while his awkwardness had been off-putting, it was nothing she had found herself a stranger to. earning her ire is not an easy task anyhow; instead, he's met with a small smile, detailed by two protruding fangs. surely it would snuff out whatever horrid outcome his anxiety had conjured.
“ no surprise ‘dere that the owl has a thoughtful and charming helper . i appreciate it loads, vanillabean - promise i won’t overstay my welcome none. ”
it had been a spontaneous addition -- an afterthought, nearly -- but she felt that perhaps something like 'honeybun' was more well-suited for her adopted kits than it did a wolf. in any case, she takes the initiative of striding forward -- deciding it to be a far better alternative compared to idling out in the pelting snow -- & shaking her head free of any of the frost's debris sticking to her hair.
“ i’m guessing i can find the supplies in the bathroom ? otherwise if you could fetch ‘dem for me i’d owe you one bud, don’t think it’s too mannerly to just go searching through your house myself for it. ”
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