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' there's no point if i tell you every story myself, is there? hearing everything from one person gets boring. it loses its mystique. ' ho lounges on a loveseat, setting his cheek into the palm of his hand as he absentmindedly flips through a magazine. how long had it been since she had grown curious over this sort of thing? fantastical tales, things that the human world called 'fiction.' having her as as maid and paying for her air trips to make up for her juice-spilling transgressions wasn't worth it if she was going to be so nosy all the time, but he still entertains her. ' the life of a tiger is as unique as a human being's. some have an evil, malicious spirit, and some are protective instead. what never changes is the way the world fears and respects them. '

or so it should have been, until his kin had been hunted into near extinction. the thought brings him to a soft sigh, but he remarks on nothing of his own feelings. the magazine too is set aside for a steady gaze out the window. ' mountains have always been considered dangerous. not just for reasons like landslides, but because in myth, tigers have been known to mimic humans. not just their voices to lure others, but human appearance, as well. monks, kings, wives and children... ' the carmine of his gaze settles upon her, and he can only wonder whether or not she suspected anything - well, not that he would ever tell or admit to any wild, apex secret. ' are you listening to me? why don't you go read a few books on the topic, and maybe you'll come out a wiser and more educated person . ' ( @gwisintal )

unprompted, always accepting ! @gwisintal 🐯

hazel eyes look up at him in turn, and beneath the still waters of the girl's stoic expression is a fascination in the depths of the warm hues; they appeared to be particularly striking as she listened with utmost concentration ( as she always did ) .

there was a slight worry that it was her lack of a reaction that may might've bothered him / she herself was bothered by the lack of vitality in her person; why she would remain utterly dull and hollow while others donned colorful faces and emotions. it was for that reason that perhaps not many would have indulged in the kishinami's seemingly insatiable hunger for tales and stories — all kinds, any kinds ( an attempt to fill in the blank pages of her life with that of others, maybe ) — perceiving the stillness of her expression as something more negative when such was hardly the case at all. in that regard, she supposed she ought to have a gratitude towards h... her contractor ( the exact details of her employment is still something she doesn't fully understand, really ).

it is a thing unsaid, but very much apparent in the vague details —— the way she'd turn face him in an unconscious way of showing full attention, the way the hazel eyes sparkled with a silent curiosity.

❛ i fail to see why you would think that. ❜ she says in reply, with the complete honesty typical of hakuno kishinami, and with just a dash of a mild shock. perhaps... she'd expected a fault of hers to be the case, to be the thing brought up that'd end these storytelling sessions she came to look forward. ❛ it's not... boring. ❜ neither words nor reassurance were her strong suit, so what left the woman would be nothing less than her own clumsy attempts at letting her sincere feelings be told. ❛ rather, i believe that it adds a value to it. a value that is... well, ❜ just a slight pause, an almost frustrated purse of her lips. ❛ it has nothing to do with your net worth, that much i can say, but it is... precious to me. ❜

could it be perspective ? a kind of understanding that came from a special person telling that story, a unique perception of the stories that in it itself were special. there were concepts so different from hakuno kishinami ( lacking everything, not understanding anything ) , perhaps that was why she struggled to put it to words.

still, she sought to understand. noting the sigh that leaves him, hazel gaze flits to the view outside as well. it returns to him just as she leans into her seat. ❛ i wonder why. ❜ monks, kings, wives and children... there was no set pattern she was able to observe from this, save for them being human. human... ❛ maybe they just wanted company. ❜ hakuno muses, with an expression that seemed to have softened just a little. maybe the truth was it was much more violent— a deception ending in the death of a beast or a man, two beings so different from another. she prefers her interpretation of it much more, she thinks. and that even if that were not the case, it'd be nice to be able to be friends with a tiger.

before she could voice out those thoughts, she was promptly interrupted by seungho's very lovely advice.

❛ ...understoo~ood. ❜ it was rather uncanny to hear that drawl in her usual polite manner of talking ! he didn't say anything wrong, per se — but that delivery of his ... ! ( she is aware that she would be the pot calling the kettle black in this particular topic, and she finds that a pretty frustrating as well, believe her ! ) the suggestion felt more like a "polite" way of closing the conversation shut. though, she really does see his point; and would be eager to read and learn more herself. she can't keep relying on him, after all / can't keep on leaning on others for support, lest she wants to end up all useless and alone. ❛ you are quite knowledgeable on the topic. might you have any recommendations for your reader here ? ❜

the shine in her eyes that had faded for a moment returns again, revitalized with a clap of her hands. while her face remained stoic, that was how she would convey an excitement. ❛ we can discuss them afterwards, maybe. ❜ he'd unintentionally started off a duo - book club !