You still have a human form, which means your abilities are there but subtle.
[ everything that happened underground means that his attention on others has been very little, so he wouldn't know what he can do. though, the cat is the one who's devoured the boy's shadow, and while that has gone from it to soleum, he can't help but feel a twist in his stomach as the cat wrinkles his nose at the glove.
soleum stands with his arms crossed watching this play out. his own thoughts are like this: a glove is a suitable gift, take it, but what are the chances that it starts to lose its smell? the stains dry? he grows out of the shape of it? when he can think of the many pros and cons, the feline decides to rest the side of its face against the back of guren's hand.
a wet, shadowy tail curls from it's desire to be close to him and wrap around his arm. it yearns to be closer, to melt into the skin. to devour. a strong feeling of something that soleum lacks, and he has to take a deep breath to separate himself from the cat that has started to be picky. the more the feline rubs its cheek on the back of guren's hand, the more there's friction and warmth builds up in that place, drastically different from the bites that were so cold they stung. ]
You could explain what makes it special. It's adamant, possibly thinking "why should i choose a glove over you?"
[ on cue, the cat looks up at guren with upturned corners of their mouth to make a comical, playful expression of what would remind someone of a smug cat face sent through text. its whiskers rest comfortably above a gentle smile, the tips of them bubble, pop then drizzle down like paint at the end of a brush. ]
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[ everything that happened underground means that his attention on others has been very little, so he wouldn't know what he can do. though, the cat is the one who's devoured the boy's shadow, and while that has gone from it to soleum, he can't help but feel a twist in his stomach as the cat wrinkles his nose at the glove.
soleum stands with his arms crossed watching this play out. his own thoughts are like this: a glove is a suitable gift, take it, but what are the chances that it starts to lose its smell? the stains dry? he grows out of the shape of it? when he can think of the many pros and cons, the feline decides to rest the side of its face against the back of guren's hand.
a wet, shadowy tail curls from it's desire to be close to him and wrap around his arm. it yearns to be closer, to melt into the skin. to devour. a strong feeling of something that soleum lacks, and he has to take a deep breath to separate himself from the cat that has started to be picky. the more the feline rubs its cheek on the back of guren's hand, the more there's friction and warmth builds up in that place, drastically different from the bites that were so cold they stung. ]
You could explain what makes it special. It's adamant, possibly thinking "why should i choose a glove over you?"
[ on cue, the cat looks up at guren with upturned corners of their mouth to make a comical, playful expression of what would remind someone of a smug cat face sent through text. its whiskers rest comfortably above a gentle smile, the tips of them bubble, pop then drizzle down like paint at the end of a brush. ]