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Hoa’s teeth have little purpose other than to encourage food down his throat, and as Maea is (even at her small stature) outside his current prey size, she is safe. But then she’s always been safe. People are friends, not food. He continues slowly towards her, sliding along the smooth wood of the bar until he is beneath her fingers, not leaning against her in the way a furred mammal might, but relishing the touch all the same. The white and yellow snake comes to a halt rather close to her face, if she remains where she is, tongue still flicking in and out, his red eyes curious as he deciphers all the information.
Refraining from climbing up her (that is for me, only), I come out of the back to find the two white creatures together, and though my first emotion is something resembling jealousy, I can feel Hoa’s contentedness. Very well. He’s able to make decisions about people where I’m rather blind to appearances, and there is something about seeing him with someone that is like him that makes me soften. “I see Hoa’s taken a liking to ya,” I saw by way of greeting, coming forward and opening up the side bar to take up my regular spot.
“Yer not a Torcher,” I continue lightly, stating the obvious just to get it out of the way.
Refraining from climbing up her (that is for me, only), I come out of the back to find the two white creatures together, and though my first emotion is something resembling jealousy, I can feel Hoa’s contentedness. Very well. He’s able to make decisions about people where I’m rather blind to appearances, and there is something about seeing him with someone that is like him that makes me soften. “I see Hoa’s taken a liking to ya,” I saw by way of greeting, coming forward and opening up the side bar to take up my regular spot.
“Yer not a Torcher,” I continue lightly, stating the obvious just to get it out of the way.
