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i brush my hair, that's all i do.
as for whether i shed or not —— i'm sure that i do, really. i just don't keep track of that kind of thing.
( a low, lackadaisical shrug. )
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oh! because— ...
huh... i dunno, actually...
( looking down at book for a moment. its pages twitch and she looks back up. )
so you /just/ brush your hair then? and you /don't/ shed?
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( a firm shake of his head. )
wolves do bathe. i don't believe they're wont to cough up hairballs the same way cats do.
( scratching the back of his head. )
besides, yordles don't have any hairballs. why would humans have any?
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( a small giggle. shifting her paws in almost a kneading motion before pausing and tilting her head to the other side. )
they don't? how come? do wolves not bathe? i'd believe it.
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i'm not . . .
( no, no, deep breath. exhale. though he strives to maintain cleanliness, he's certainly lacked a shower for the past day or two. maybe three. four . . . ?
shit. )
alright, i get it —— any how, wolves don't spit hairballs, i'm sure.
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'wolf', huh?
( floating around to the front of him again, landing on book. angling her head a bunch to really get a look at him. )
yeah, i can see it!
( sniff, sniff. )
you kind of smell like one too!
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hairballs!? *💧
( stoic visage cracks a smidge, bemusement lining his brow &. features momentarily. ahem. )
no, i don't. i've heard others compare me more to a wolf than a cat.
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returning to you what's rightfully yours, take it as an act of good faith, or whatever.
go on, you &. your shadows look to be missing a feline in your life, anyway.
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( &. here stands the ever mighty yasuo, masterful swordsman, inadvertent brother slayer . . . dealing with a cat swatting at his long hair. riveting stuff — turns on his heel, just to get her away from his hair. )
it's not a toy. it really is just my hair.
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you gotta! how can you not? it's like you have a lion's mane back here!
( swat, swat. )
or, maybe it's more like a really bushy tail? or-
oooh, ooh!!! it's like one of those feather toys!
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( the wandering swordsman makes no attempt to move away; feels at cat's paw batting ponytail, all he can do is muster but one low sigh. )
i don't shed. not as far as i'm aware, anyway.
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it's not my fault i'm shedding! master isn't here to brush my fur...
besides! you look like you shed just as much!
( floating over to bat at his ponytail. or, attempting to. )