[Warren's opinion of Youko was already fairly high but with her acceptance of his darling soot-angel that opinion has soared. Far too many women are squeamish at the mere thought of a rabies-carrying pest. That warm smile lives on, Warren's enjoyment of sharing this passtime of his for many years giving a sheen of delight in his eyes.]
Sirens of the night!
[The bat colony may be his in a legal way but oh, how he takes vicarious pleasure from watching their freedom, soaring high in the moonlight! Not long before he tugs at Youko's arm to bring her along on a whirlwind tour... For now, baby steps. A very neat and experienced hand-off awaits.]
There - Oopa~
[Plop. Esme is a bit squirmy at first, but Youko's hands are warmer than Warren's. An improvement!]
[That absent squeamishness could either be attributed to her natural fortitude or just the fact that Japan has been rabies-free for decades, so it doesn't occur to her to worry. Though, considering there is only a slight aversion to the multi-limbed variety of creepy crawlies present in Youko, maybe it is her own stoutheartedness at play.
Aside from curling her fingers inwards to act as guardrails, she is content to watch Esmeralda wiggle and shift in the bowl of her palms, getting used to the new, temperature-controlled perch. The way she feels squirming in her cupped hands isn't too dissimilar to holding a pet hamster, even if her anatomy, the gauzy wings and scrunched nose, mark her as something more. When it seems she has mostly settled, Youko does an experimental brush of her thumb at the crown of the bat's head, right between the ears. Just a slow, gentle circuit to see if that's an acceptable way to pet her.]
Hello there, Esmeralda. Do you think your doting parent will answer me if I ask what he made you carry a heavy bucket here for?
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Sirens of the night!
[The bat colony may be his in a legal way but oh, how he takes vicarious pleasure from watching their freedom, soaring high in the moonlight! Not long before he tugs at Youko's arm to bring her along on a whirlwind tour... For now, baby steps. A very neat and experienced hand-off awaits.]
There - Oopa~
[Plop. Esme is a bit squirmy at first, but Youko's hands are warmer than Warren's. An improvement!]
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Aside from curling her fingers inwards to act as guardrails, she is content to watch Esmeralda wiggle and shift in the bowl of her palms, getting used to the new, temperature-controlled perch. The way she feels squirming in her cupped hands isn't too dissimilar to holding a pet hamster, even if her anatomy, the gauzy wings and scrunched nose, mark her as something more. When it seems she has mostly settled, Youko does an experimental brush of her thumb at the crown of the bat's head, right between the ears. Just a slow, gentle circuit to see if that's an acceptable way to pet her.]
Hello there, Esmeralda. Do you think your doting parent will answer me if I ask what he made you carry a heavy bucket here for?