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... For a tree spirit, that is still very...

[ dropping his hand and... quieting, because it probably isn't best to say anything more on this. ]

...You know more than you let on, don't you?

Yeah, I'm young for a tree spirit.

[also climbing into your lap but that's neither here nor there]

[ ... that's not gonna make me stop from thinking you're young you know

letting him, letting his fingers ghost over Tsuyukusa's hips lightly, then curling over his waist ]

Perhaps.

[well there's the thing where he's casually straddling you, it's that kind of lap-climbing.

also he weighs much less than he looks to, much less than any actual person would. like. 20 pounds.]

I'm not used to hearing it from humans, though.

Is it because you don't come into contact with them often?

[ ... yeah being super light... is... not... helping much either

but lap sitting is nice. he can do lap sitting ]

Or you don't give them the opportunity to talk?

Mostly when I talk to humans there's something at stake. At least these days.

[leans on.]

[ gently kneads Tsuyukusa's back, massaging him gently before splaying his hand against the small of it. ]

What do you mean?

I'm strong enough that even people with no spiritual sense at all can see me, and strong enough to help them.

'Course, I'm also strong enough to kill them, and inhuman enough not to be trusted. So I stick around while I'm needed and then leave before things turn sour.

[shrugs]

It's a decent system.