And Haku, exploring with only sidelong purpose, passes right by that comment with the disdain it deserves. At the end of the shelf-row, he hesitates, curious despite himself.
This is stupid: he shouldn't be indulging the whims of random yokai hiding on shelves in the dark. That much is true, even if he's not doing much better himself, by skulking around. Haku is always skulking, these days. He has no choice.
But he does have a choice in this; he turns around, coming back into Skull's view, and then crouches to stare directly into his eyesockets.
He stays like that for a few seconds, considering. Haku doesn't seem surprised by what he sees, or alarmed, only curious in the same way one might be to see that a sock has gone missing in the wash, or a package mislabeled.
"So are you," He says, finally, quite as if he knows exactly where Skull belongs, and isn't concerned that it might not be somewhere pleasant, "Though as it happens, I don't have a home right now."
Not strictly true. But he's not sure he'd call what he does have an actual home, at any rate.
II
This is stupid: he shouldn't be indulging the whims of random yokai hiding on shelves in the dark. That much is true, even if he's not doing much better himself, by skulking around. Haku is always skulking, these days. He has no choice.
But he does have a choice in this; he turns around, coming back into Skull's view, and then crouches to stare directly into his eyesockets.
He stays like that for a few seconds, considering. Haku doesn't seem surprised by what he sees, or alarmed, only curious in the same way one might be to see that a sock has gone missing in the wash, or a package mislabeled.
"So are you," He says, finally, quite as if he knows exactly where Skull belongs, and isn't concerned that it might not be somewhere pleasant, "Though as it happens, I don't have a home right now."
Not strictly true. But he's not sure he'd call what he does have an actual home, at any rate.