The smile was a pleasing sight as he distracted the multi-colored man from his work briefly. His voice returned to distraction as his attention returned to his work, but Ravesque didn't appear put off or frustrated by a lack of attentiveness in the younger man. Instead, he came to rest behind him, crouching to watch over his shoulder and allowing a hand to rest on Ouija's shoulder. There was no invasion of space, as far as he was concerned, for touch had always been a part of their daily life in the cult. His head turned to glance about the pack lands at the motion of the Abigor's hand, red eyes focusing on nothing in particular. "It is...different. But disliking this place is pointless; it's home now." The truth was that he almost came out of his apathy enough to hate the place and how different it was from his world beneath the Tribunal.
He shook his head to rid himself of the negativity, resting more of his forearm against the back of his ex-lover's younger nephew. Ouija's colors had always managed to attract the attention of the Tuyul in the cult caves, though he hadn't sought him out in the same way he sought out Naniko. Still, his interest remained. Eyes wandered across the fading patches as fingers combed through the fur at his neck. "Have you ever considered starting over? Your fur could be cleaned out, give you a fresh canvas." He'd never really questioned the reasoning behind the man's choice of dying his fur, but the curiosity was still there.
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