#orival

Orival was gone from the house.

Which was... nice. Duelek wasn’t really sure how to deal with that. Except that he did because he wasn’t some desperate thing and the other could come and go as he pleased all he wanted, Duelek had no say or sway in that matter, he wasn’t that desperate.

No, the other could come and go all he wanted, Duelek didn’t need him around all the time. The trip to town would do the other good anyways, get him out and socialising and all those good things that an individual needs in life and...

Oh he was back!

... So much for not being desperate Duelek.

“Heyo,” Duelek did nothing to disguise the blatant perking of his ears or the way his tail gems started to spin energetically at the other’s return. “Did ya manage to get what ya was looking for?”

“Hmm?” Orival’s tense when he looks at Duelek, shoulders tense and tail snapping restlessly, not the best or most common sign from the usually placid creature. “Yes, it was fine.”

Yeah, Duelek wasn’t believing that, but he wasn’t gonna bring it up if Orival wasn’t ready to talk about it, not right now at least maybe later.

“You wanna come help me some chores?” Distraction usually helped the other, give him something to keep his hands busy and he’d be more than pleased to complete it.

“Please.” See? Exactly that.