Wapun Meadow working at the pyramid tonight

eyes gleam with sparked fascination at the easy response, ogling the limb hungrily as if he desired to leap upon it and devour it whole. it just didn't work? how riveting, he isn't sure how he'd get anything done if it were his own leg. and by thinking this, reif did not mean in the sense of finding difficulty with decreased mobility, he refers to how one would have to be so intrigued by this mutation that they'd spend all their time pouring over what could have possibly gone wrong to result in such a thing. his head tilts a little when the boy eases the focus of reif's pointed look forward and eyes dare a quick dart upwards before slinking close like a fox sizing up a fallen rabbit. eagerly cupped ears are the only evidence of his close listening as eyes dart quickly over the leg, so mundane from out here...like any other leg and yet within something warped and ruled to bring forth this divergent appendage. 'huh, never thought i'd relate so closely to a leg' something within even seems to start at the possible attempted humour from the pallid boy, as if parts of him did not quite get on with the other controls and so would be left confused when something such as humour bit the surface.

reif wasn't fond of contact, unless he wished to be squeezed tight when he began to come apart...but eyes seemed faraway as feather light paws skimmed daintily across the turf coloured fur to press softly at the muscle coiled beneath. no response, so uncanny to see something so lacking the vibrating energy of life attached to a very living vessel. he'd shake his head a little, as if only remembering that said 'living vessel' was another boy and scoot back slightly to lean against creamy haunches. "so strange" he muses, head still cocked to the side "and it's always been like that? i wonder does anything exist within the world to fix it or..is it just meant to be" a listless shrug as he frowns, not wanting to face the little bit of him that wondered the exact same thing about himself. he'd throw a cursory glance at his neatly stalked chamomile as the same breeze that hummed about the two boys stirred tauntingly at their slain petals only to spin and twirl off to play with rustling trees and shivering blades of grass. still frowning thoughtfully, he'd blink sage eyes back to his company.