[ V'seji still has R'yoji in his grasps, mostly massaaging his ears and scratching behind them... At least until he, too, jolts at the sound of toppling table furniture. Ears stay upright atop his head with gold eyes wide, peering over the mattress to see the sad lamp. It takes him a moment before an ear flickers and the shock subsides.
And he starts laughing........... So hard, for a very long time, as his friend gets ready. God. R'yoji may not be the swiftest and most nimble of ninjas, but this is just outright clumsy and unlike him. He. Can't. ]
G-go on ahead. I'll... [ Hehehehehe. ] Handle that and get ready after you.
[ His voice shakes between snickers as he shoos his friend away with the bat of his hand. Go!! ]
[ R'yoji almost jolts once more when that sound of laughter boils out of his friend back to him. Ears flicker back and forward in a brief moment of puzzlement until it fully registers he's laughing at him. It earns a single flick of his ear and an almost last of his tail. Not to mention a shuffle of almost ruffled wings.
Yes, yes. Laugh away! Ha ha. ( Nevermind that fuzzy sensation coiling in his stomach at sound of it. ) Now, he made for a most excellent shinobi but that is neither here nor there since most anyone would lose such balance with additional limbs.
But of course his friend finds it funny. That brief pout is a scowl now, brows knitting with an almost huff as he ( most definitely does not sulk) moves away. Getting himself ready. Well as ready as he can be, he's had to settle for a slightly less covered top to allow wings the access to be out and not constricted tightly against his back looking like an utter fool.
Certainly shows off more of his skin of his arms, nothing too strikingly new outside the black ink tattoos and various scars left behind from battle. Once ready he's found by the door with arms crossed and likely possibly still a bit grumpy. ]
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And he starts laughing........... So hard, for a very long time, as his friend gets ready. God. R'yoji may not be the swiftest and most nimble of ninjas, but this is just outright clumsy and unlike him. He. Can't. ]
G-go on ahead. I'll... [ Hehehehehe. ] Handle that and get ready after you.
[ His voice shakes between snickers as he shoos his friend away with the bat of his hand. Go!! ]
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Yes, yes. Laugh away! Ha ha. ( Nevermind that fuzzy sensation coiling in his stomach at sound of it. ) Now, he made for a most excellent shinobi but that is neither here nor there since most anyone would lose such balance with additional limbs.
But of course his friend finds it funny. That brief pout is a scowl now, brows knitting with an almost huff as he ( most definitely does not sulk) moves away. Getting himself ready. Well as ready as he can be, he's had to settle for a slightly less covered top to allow wings the access to be out and not constricted tightly against his back looking like an utter fool.
Certainly shows off more of his skin of his arms, nothing too strikingly new outside the black ink tattoos and various scars left behind from battle. Once ready he's found by the door with arms crossed and likely possibly still a bit grumpy. ]