muted
Air Temple Island, four years ago
"Can I bribe you for one of these?” Their fur is simultaneously soft and worn, known by one too many willing touches. Gun is tempted to rest his cheek on the bison’s torso just to see if it would be any different against his face (sure), opting to look back over his shoulder at Soliya instead. It’s not a not serious inquiry, but something’s telling in, well, reality that this cannot be so.
Frowning but also not really, he lingers away from the air bison and resumes however he was when he’d first gotten here. Poised, diplomatic as expected given his “reasons” for being on the island in the first place. This instance is one in jest, but he carries on with it, not breaking character as he walks back to his only other companion of the hour. “You’re waiting for me to say I’m joking, huh?” One glance back at the animal, sight set longer again on her. He doesn’t break eye contact nor a smile, pinching his top with both hands and flaring it in case simply wearing these clothes didn’t say enough alone. “I have the means, y’know.” Saving it for... now, his lips curve up, sentiment reaching his eyes as he walks past her with the silent hope that he has more than this with her for today.
"Father thinks I’m here for business one hundred percent, but.” Gun sets his gaze on what lies before them, opting to be lost in both its wonder and his silence. “What about yours?”
A little reassurance hasn’t ever killed anyone, has it?
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