âI have a feeling youâre saying something important, but he just doesnât understand.â
Sora turned a page, but then marked his spot by dog-earing it and set it down on his chest, peering up at the bird from his position laying on the edge of the roof, one foot dangling off into empty space. Of course, given the way they were situated, Snow appeared to be upside-down, but that was neither here nor there as far as the young man was concerned.
He wasnât really sure why the birdâs tone was heavy with some kind of implication, as though he were doing something other than delivering a status report. Once, he would have blown off the information as though he didnât need it, but he supposed if he was to try to be a friend again, it was the kind of thing he wantedâneeded, reallyâto know. He nodded, the motion further splaying his shaggy, ink-dark hair on the grey stone beneath him.
âIt may have been a while since I last had a friend,â he replied, âbut even I remember that they donât always have to say thanks.â Especially not for the weird, slightly-uncomfortable stuff, like taking your friendâs blood because you had no other choice. Hell, it probably didnât even taste good, not that he would have any idea. It was just that he supposed that by now it must be as sour as the rest of him.
In his head, Midori laughed. It doesnât work quite like that, she told him mentally, and he replied with an equally-mental shrug. âItâs⊠good that sheâs feeling better, though.â The words didnât feel quite right on his tongue, as though they werenât quite what he wanted to say, and his tone was a little tentative, a stark contrast from its usual brashness. The whole business was just odd, and he wasnât really sure of himself in waters such as these ones. Heâd had all of three friends in his life, and two of them were dead. None of them were his own age. Hopefully, it was just like learning to swimâbest done with as little warning as possible.
This time, the catâs raspy chuckles were not only in his head. Opening both eyes to the world, she sat up, yawning and arching her back in a uniquely-feline manner. Settling herself back down, she locked eyes with the other familiar over Soraâs head. âHe doesnât know,â she said, voice dripping with amusement. âHis family was never keen to teach him blood lore. Theyâd rather he learn to starve and never know the taste of it.â It made arranging certain private affairs for him all the easier. Midori was not so adamant as Snow about the situation, but she did think it would do him some good to rebel truly from the remnants of his family, not merely follow their wishes in his own way. She found the rest of them to be awfully thin-blooded and weak-willed compared to her master, but then so was most everyone else, not thatâs sheâd ever tell him that.
âSo Iâm afraid youâll have to be much more direct if you wish to convey your point. Personally, I find it much more amusing to watch him squirm.â The youth rolled his eyes. Sheâd always been like that, damn finicky creature.
âThe Hell are you talking about? Tell me or shut up about it, Midori. I donât need your shit.â