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Charles didn't have to wait very long. Jawahir understood exactly what he wanted and sorted out the berries first. The coywolf smiled, pleased, and he reached out to eat some of the fruit. He felt pretty disgusted with himself, truth be told, and wondered to himself how wolves like Ramesses dealt with the self-hatred. It was pretty hard to get a grip on. Well, nothing that more berries couldn't fix, probably.

Jawahir asked if the fruits were to his liking, and Charles nodded, his mouth still full. Yahmb, as he started to speak, realised his mouth was not quite empty yet and swallowed mid-word; Yeah, they're great! The berries loosened some of Charles' normal reserved attitude towards, well, anything and everything, which made him seem a bit more abundant in his expression compared to his normal mousy self. Charles still had no clue where the berries were from, but heck if it mattered. As long as they kept on coming.

Akashingo was such a strange place. There were all sorts of.. creatures.. here. At the Saints, it was like he was a bit of a freak because of his large ears and being part coyote, which was apparently nothing like being part wolf. But here, Charles felt like there were way bigger freaks around than him. Freaks like Jawahir. It was nice.

His tongue loosened by the berries, Charles found himself asking the question that was on his mind every time he saw Jawahir, So uh, what are you? After asking it Charles immediately felt heat flush to his face as he realised despite the berries' intoxication that what he just said was not okay, but it was too late to withdraw his words now, so he just stared at the servant somewhat aghast, hoping that Jawahir's reception of these words was better than Charles' delivery.