[He's anxiously watching Yamato's reaction, though he seemed a little alarmed by how much slob there were on the envelop. He should've clean it up, wipe it against himself or--
Or... watch Yamato wipe it on his own, dirty cloak?]
What are you doing?!
[Somehow, this seems to bother him. He doesn't mind being dirtied, but it's usually by his own choice or he expected it. Just nothing like this. He tugs his cloak away from Yamato's reach, feeling like his personal space got intruded on.
And... blinks at the envelop that's now back in his hands? Paws. Claws.]
... You're giving it back to me?
[Yamanbagiri Kunihiro doesn't know how to feel about this.]
no subject
Or... watch Yamato wipe it on his own, dirty cloak?]
What are you doing?!
[Somehow, this seems to bother him. He doesn't mind being dirtied, but it's usually by his own choice or he expected it. Just nothing like this. He tugs his cloak away from Yamato's reach, feeling like his personal space got intruded on.
And... blinks at the envelop that's now back in his hands? Paws. Claws.]
... You're giving it back to me?
[Yamanbagiri Kunihiro doesn't know how to feel about this.]