There was a sense of satisfaction when the younger canine’s footing was lost a second time. Uncaring eyes in shades of murder sunsets scrutinized the youngling’s face, seeing the wet glare of emotion in depths of sapphire. So similar to eggshell blue, but the child here was nothing similar to silvery songbirds. Disappointment lingered deep within the Lykoi prince’s hollow insides, but it did not feel much different from the usual emptiness. Yet it was an itch that he could not soothe, and it could prove to turn troublesome. But here was someone else that could pull his focus away from worthless mental images, and the Dasa greedily seized that chance.
Not much a treasure in the older male’s eyes, but he knew that opinions varied. ”I suspect they are yours only because you want them to be,” the blonde optime said drily, turning his head slightly to eye the books. He was not a frequent visitor to the library, for his mother had never cared to teach him to understand the lines painted on white paper. Perhaps this was all about an undiscovered jealousy? ”Where did you find the books?” he asked, wondering if he cared enough to force the boy to return the goods, stolen or not. It would be an out of character thing to do, but Itachi occasionally surprised himself.
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