[That look she's giving him. Saito knows it very well. It's the same look of careful apprehension he gets from the animals he tries to lure with food, to make them lower their guard; it's the fundamental step towards securing an easy kill: gain their trust, then betray that trust. Profit.
But first things first: gripping the edge of the seat now, he manages to sit down, with suspiciously slowed movements. The Evolver is placed on his leg, muzzle still pointed towards her with cheeky defiance.
Flashing an equally brazen smirk, Saito breaks the short silence.]
... What's wrong? I thought you weren't afraid of ghosts.
[It's okay, so long as he doesn't have to move his head around too much. This is fine. Really.]
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But first things first: gripping the edge of the seat now, he manages to sit down, with suspiciously slowed movements. The Evolver is placed on his leg, muzzle still pointed towards her with cheeky defiance.
Flashing an equally brazen smirk, Saito breaks the short silence.]
... What's wrong? I thought you weren't afraid of ghosts.
[It's okay, so long as he doesn't have to move his head around too much. This is fine. Really.]