[It is not quite 'sulking' that Reira is doing, at this moment. He's half buried in his stuffed toys, face itself pressed against one, in fact. Grounding he can handle. Even grounding from the arcade.
But now he's scared. Now he's shaking, trying even now, hours later, not to unintentionally shift into his alpaca form.
The boy curls, but takes a moment to answer.] ....m just grounded, [he mutters quietly, voice still carrying an edge of unease. It's not as if Shingo heard, or saw anything earlier. Maybe he was sleeping at some point. Maybe not. But either way, Shingo wouldn't be Shingo if he heard such things in his sleep.
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But now he's scared. Now he's shaking, trying even now, hours later, not to unintentionally shift into his alpaca form.
The boy curls, but takes a moment to answer.] ....m just grounded, [he mutters quietly, voice still carrying an edge of unease. It's not as if Shingo heard, or saw anything earlier. Maybe he was sleeping at some point. Maybe not. But either way, Shingo wouldn't be Shingo if he heard such things in his sleep.
...right?]