I'm covered in dirt. [ .. is his sighed response, but he accepts both gratefully, dark eyes taking in kashuu's pristine appearance with something like amazement. seriously, does he ever even get dirty? how is it that noa, a tengu, a creature known for being light on its feet, a holy being, manages to get filthier in the fields than a sword? it's a mystery for the ages.
he rubs the towel over his face, expression grossed out when he lifts it away to find it covered in dirt. seriously, he doesn't mind hard work-- he enjoyed working alongside his foster-father and the other priests! and he never, ever complains about going with the swords on expeditions or to town or even to the front lines. but for someone so relentlessly tidy, this is disgusting.
he spreads his wings up overhead, creating a little shade for himself as he stretches his legs out. ] Did you just get out here?
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he rubs the towel over his face, expression grossed out when he lifts it away to find it covered in dirt. seriously, he doesn't mind hard work-- he enjoyed working alongside his foster-father and the other priests! and he never, ever complains about going with the swords on expeditions or to town or even to the front lines. but for someone so relentlessly tidy, this is disgusting.
he spreads his wings up overhead, creating a little shade for himself as he stretches his legs out. ] Did you just get out here?