[Natsume keeps expecting to be told to stop, to knock it off, but that...doesn't happen. It's weirdly reassuring, like he's actually helping, and not just because someone is indulging him. He wraps bandages around Junpei's neck, neat and practiced, like he's done this a thousand times. He has. It's different on someone other than himself, though.
Once the bandages are fastened, he sits back on his heels, ears twitching a couple times, before he smiles.] There. Feel any better?
[He sees the papers then, and makes a face, starting to push them back into his bag. There's a book in there too, a handbound, handmade thing, oblong and old. Natsume is rough with the papers, but impossibly gentle with the book, nudging it carefully out of the way.] Sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess.
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Once the bandages are fastened, he sits back on his heels, ears twitching a couple times, before he smiles.] There. Feel any better?
[He sees the papers then, and makes a face, starting to push them back into his bag. There's a book in there too, a handbound, handmade thing, oblong and old. Natsume is rough with the papers, but impossibly gentle with the book, nudging it carefully out of the way.] Sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess.