Those are very strange characters. Esteban peers at the letters over Kaiba's shoulder once he's done with them, his curiosity leaving him quiet for just an extra second. There's something peculiar about the letters that is very intriguing, and if he squints just so, some of them blurr, as if they're trying to reform again.
"Y'r handwriting's really neat!" he can't help but note, because Esteban likes these little details; these shards of people that he likes. Kaiba's handwriting is sharp and precise, and somehow, that doesn't surprise him at all.
Snapper's little antics get him grinning again, and he's laughing lightly at her satisfied growl, offering to help his friend with wiping her paw clean. They can just set a heavy downpour for a few minutes when they leave the area-- it should take care of the rest of the ink.
"Well, it's made me happy 'bout it," he defends her, beaming as he shares the obvious with his friend. "She signed her name too!~ Thanks, Snapper!"
Hmm. He can kind of see why she's spoiled now; it's hard not to be enthusiastic at whatever the little apple-dragon makes. He's not even apologetic about it. Or, well, maybe just a bit. He's not helping Kaiba at all with this, and yet, he can't stop grinning. It feels light and warm, the simple ease of being with his friends filling him with shards of sunshine that he won't soon forget. He wants to let it linger; bask in it the way he'd basked under the sunlamp when he was noodle-long and scaled up from head to toes.
"Say, is there somethin' special 'bout your name?" he asks eagerly, seeing as he can still see the odd shifting, the shapes dancing ever so lightly, but he can't see the final effect of it. "It's like it's tryin' to translate itself." There's an odd idea.
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"Y'r handwriting's really neat!" he can't help but note, because Esteban likes these little details; these shards of people that he likes. Kaiba's handwriting is sharp and precise, and somehow, that doesn't surprise him at all.
Snapper's little antics get him grinning again, and he's laughing lightly at her satisfied growl, offering to help his friend with wiping her paw clean. They can just set a heavy downpour for a few minutes when they leave the area-- it should take care of the rest of the ink.
"Well, it's made me happy 'bout it," he defends her, beaming as he shares the obvious with his friend. "She signed her name too!~ Thanks, Snapper!"
Hmm. He can kind of see why she's spoiled now; it's hard not to be enthusiastic at whatever the little apple-dragon makes. He's not even apologetic about it. Or, well, maybe just a bit. He's not helping Kaiba at all with this, and yet, he can't stop grinning. It feels light and warm, the simple ease of being with his friends filling him with shards of sunshine that he won't soon forget. He wants to let it linger; bask in it the way he'd basked under the sunlamp when he was noodle-long and scaled up from head to toes.
"Say, is there somethin' special 'bout your name?" he asks eagerly, seeing as he can still see the odd shifting, the shapes dancing ever so lightly, but he can't see the final effect of it. "It's like it's tryin' to translate itself." There's an odd idea.