continued from here // @spiritsheart
He raised his shoulders in a mimicry of a human shrug. He had never wore a skirt himself, so he had no reason to disbelieve her or her experiences. If she said the current item she chose to wear was adequate at covering her in this weather, he’d believe she knew best.
Still, he was a little concerned. Humans were so fragile in this kind of weather. He’d grown to genuinely consider Keiko a friend, if she fell ill or became injured because of this he’d feel guilty.
He watched her play with the fabric, fondness clear in his gaze. He chuckled at her admittance that walking through snow proved a challenge; he could believe it. Though snow played no trouble to his gait, he had seen humans struggle with trudging through its path. Though he doubted she’d ask, he would gladly help her through it if necessary. “I can believe that.”
Truthfully he failed to see the attraction towards skirts before, when they were women (or men) posed for pictures, complete strangers to him. When Keiko spun, the edges of her skirt twirling in the breeze she’d made, he understood.
She looked so free, and happy. As if she were dancing.
He doesn’t hide his smile.