"Nobody ever listens to me!" he declares just as loudly, amazed that there was someone here who actually cared about the things he liked and wanted. AMAZED, truly!
Zangetsu looks at the papers, then puts his hand up to the carrier for the syrax to smell. It sniffs him, then rubs against the carrier wall, purring even more loudly. The smile on Zangetsu's face could split him from ear to ear, and this time it's a happy, bright thing, though perhaps borderline manic. For once, the chatty Hollow is at a loss for words. In silence, he takes the papers and skims them quickly, then signs his name in scribbly kanji across the bottom of the paper. In the spaces that ask for initials, he draws a crescent moon with a line bisecting it.
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Zangetsu looks at the papers, then puts his hand up to the carrier for the syrax to smell. It sniffs him, then rubs against the carrier wall, purring even more loudly. The smile on Zangetsu's face could split him from ear to ear, and this time it's a happy, bright thing, though perhaps borderline manic. For once, the chatty Hollow is at a loss for words. In silence, he takes the papers and skims them quickly, then signs his name in scribbly kanji across the bottom of the paper. In the spaces that ask for initials, he draws a crescent moon with a line bisecting it.