[ sorry yuji, it's not his fault technology doesn't like him (or likes him too much?)
it takes him a moment to actually take the box, and another to open it: it is a gift from yuji, after all, so choso must accept it properly, must turn it over and over in his hands with an expression of slowly-dawning amazement and, yes, a gentle joy. not even the bunny ears can detract from how choso's eyes sort of light up. ]
They are fascinating. What are they for?
[ asked as he picks one up, holding it up to the room's light. flowing red scale stretches out the mark on choso's face as he takes a Real Good Look at it. (who needs a loupe when you've got fancy blood?) ]
no subject
it takes him a moment to actually take the box, and another to open it: it is a gift from yuji, after all, so choso must accept it properly, must turn it over and over in his hands with an expression of slowly-dawning amazement and, yes, a gentle joy. not even the bunny ears can detract from how choso's eyes sort of light up. ]
They are fascinating. What are they for?
[ asked as he picks one up, holding it up to the room's light. flowing red scale stretches out the mark on choso's face as he takes a Real Good Look at it. (who needs a loupe when you've got fancy blood?) ]