"Frogs swim, I don't think you'll do it any harm if you drenched it entirely. I'd probably say keep going until you're done or you get the feeling it's had enough."
He moves to lean his back against the sideboard again, arms folding over his chest, though when he speaks next it's with a little less nebulous annoyance.
"You realize I'm still learning what most feelings even are," he points out, idly, a wry joke of his own to make a very real truth go down a little easier.
But something Hakkyuu has said has raised a larger concern for him for the moment than the other man's surliness. "Does he need a pond or something?" he asks, giving the frog a few careful, experimental spritzes.
Hakkyuu's expression takes on a fairly unreadable state, though he doesn't sound precisely unamused as he simply answers, "Yeah, well, get used the whole learning what feelings are thing, most people don't entirely know themselves. You're probably doing way better than you think and almost certainly better than most."
He watches the frog as it blinks, wetly, lifting one little webby paw to drag it's little fingers over its face a few times as it subtly leans towards the spray K provides.
"I'm sure he'll work himself out. It's a plant room, not a frog room."
But then, he gets the feeling there's a protest on the frogs behalf building so he takes a deep, demonstrative breath that's Oh So Put Upon and adds, "Bet if you ever wanted to bring him a bird bath though I'm sure he'd be real happy about it. Don't let the name fool you, we'll add a little 'bastard frogs welcome' sign, how about that?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He moves to lean his back against the sideboard again, arms folding over his chest, though when he speaks next it's with a little less nebulous annoyance.
"You won't hurt him, K. Go ahead."
no subject
But something Hakkyuu has said has raised a larger concern for him for the moment than the other man's surliness. "Does he need a pond or something?" he asks, giving the frog a few careful, experimental spritzes.
no subject
He watches the frog as it blinks, wetly, lifting one little webby paw to drag it's little fingers over its face a few times as it subtly leans towards the spray K provides.
"I'm sure he'll work himself out. It's a plant room, not a frog room."
But then, he gets the feeling there's a protest on the frogs behalf building so he takes a deep, demonstrative breath that's Oh So Put Upon and adds, "Bet if you ever wanted to bring him a bird bath though I'm sure he'd be real happy about it. Don't let the name fool you, we'll add a little 'bastard frogs welcome' sign, how about that?"