"Is he?" Tuo replies, his brows pulling into the most charming of befuddled frowns as he looks from Vervain, who appears to be... listening... to the acorns...? And then back to Dain, who seems to find this development delightful. Which it is, of course, though Vervain can't know what an endearing spectacle he is right now. "Well," he goes on, "do save some for Alvi. He gets very cross when I finish his breakfast myself." It's a joke, get it? Because--nevermind.
Finding his headscarf at last, he goes about the tedious work of finger combing his head of wild hair into submission before wrapping it up securely. But in the silence, he meets Dain's eyes and raises his eyebrows in a clear what on earth is going on? sort of expression.
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"Is he?" Tuo replies, his brows pulling into the most charming of befuddled frowns as he looks from Vervain, who appears to be... listening... to the acorns...? And then back to Dain, who seems to find this development delightful. Which it is, of course, though Vervain can't know what an endearing spectacle he is right now. "Well," he goes on, "do save some for Alvi. He gets very cross when I finish his breakfast myself." It's a joke, get it? Because--nevermind.
Finding his headscarf at last, he goes about the tedious work of finger combing his head of wild hair into submission before wrapping it up securely. But in the silence, he meets Dain's eyes and raises his eyebrows in a clear what on earth is going on? sort of expression.