Remind me of the babe

No, said Kaname, and Itsuki felt sad for that fact. He found that seeking purity in his life, and cleansing himself of bad influences and “sin” made him feel free. Not only in the sense that he was free from guilt and self-loathing, but free from the judgement of the kami, free from the weight of being someone he wasn't, and free to pursue his pleasures, of which there were few. He often wished he could share his ways with others, but they didn't often understand why he felt the incessant need to ritualistically lean himself after every meal.

“It is rare to meet another so in tune with the world,” he observed, leaving the statement to hang in the air as the equivalent of a rhetorical question. He stretched his forelegs out in front of him, splicing open his jaws into a wide yawn and pulling his hind toward the sky, before finally standing. He was smaller than the assassin, but that wasn't something the Keizo usually paid much attention to.

“Have you been with this pack long, Kaname Sicarius?” asked Itsuki, only now realizing that his last name did not match his first in origin. He supposed that meant the surname must have come from the father. Itsuki's had come from his father, despite his never having met Takashi in a time he would remember it.