[ Peter can’t quite help the grin that works its way onto his face, once she moves over to him, looking every bit like she’s honestly happy to see him. (He can hardly imagine why, considering they’ve only met the one time.) Maybe he’d be more self-conscious about conversing to her openly on the street if he remembered that she wasn’t really talking-talking, but talking in his head. It doesn’t really occur to him that he might look like a crazy person, actively questioning a white, fluffy wolf in the middle of the street.
... Granted, to Peter, it’s a white, fluffy wolf with red markings and feathers. Frankly, if Peter were paying more attention to his surroundings, he’d think everyone else was crazy for not taking more note of Amaterasu, hanging out in the middle of the city.
She explains and turns, and Peter peers at her wagging tail, eyes narrowing at her direction. And— okay, he barely sees it, now that he’s actively looking for it. Just a shadow of something dark and dripping; hazy, like his brain can’t quite decide if it’s actually there or not. He shakes his head a little, looking back at her.
There’s a certain edge of wariness in his voice when he speaks: ]
So, they’re, um...
[ ... how does he ask this? He examines the patch of flowers Amaterasu’s coaxed into life, or however she’s described it, and they look normal enough, but— ]
They’re... just plants, right? Nothing else?
[ Ego didn’t have the Celestial ink, or whatever the hell, but he did have a habit of leaving behind fancy flowers on planets he visited, too. To really shitty effect. ]
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... Granted, to Peter, it’s a white, fluffy wolf with red markings and feathers. Frankly, if Peter were paying more attention to his surroundings, he’d think everyone else was crazy for not taking more note of Amaterasu, hanging out in the middle of the city.
She explains and turns, and Peter peers at her wagging tail, eyes narrowing at her direction. And— okay, he barely sees it, now that he’s actively looking for it. Just a shadow of something dark and dripping; hazy, like his brain can’t quite decide if it’s actually there or not. He shakes his head a little, looking back at her.
There’s a certain edge of wariness in his voice when he speaks: ]
So, they’re, um...
[ ... how does he ask this? He examines the patch of flowers Amaterasu’s coaxed into life, or however she’s described it, and they look normal enough, but— ]
They’re... just plants, right? Nothing else?
[ Ego didn’t have the Celestial ink, or whatever the hell, but he did have a habit of leaving behind fancy flowers on planets he visited, too. To really shitty effect. ]