HOW MUCH THEY REALLY MEAN ☆ o, intro

[MORAG TONG.]

Kainan's approach caused Morag Tong to smile, his tail twitching behind him as he looked over at the other. He always appreciated the spirit watcher's company, but that was to be expected. They wouldn't work together as the leader and second-in-command so well if they didn't get along. Not only that, but Morag deeply admired the other's dedication to the group, and to their beliefs. It was because of this that his words came out in a warm rumble, "Ah... thank you, Kainan. Of course, I don't think I could ever capture his entire image. There's a reason why the sun has such blinding beauty. He gestured one paw up towards the sun gleaming in the sky, although he made sure not to look directly at it. Even if he did truly respect Harpous and his beauty, Morag Tong wasn't willing to risk blindness just to admire him.

At the mention of the other doing a new painting on the wall, Morag's gaze seemed to gleam with excitement. He spoke cheerfully, nodding, "That's a good idea. I have always liked your works, no matter how rare they are – you deserve the break that comes with painting something, too. It's incredibly relaxing, although I'm fairly sure you already know that." He then said, his tone gaining a slightly mischievous edge, "It would be nice for you to teach me a few things, also." Anything that took up more of the other's time, honestly. As much as Morag Tong respected the other's dedication to his work, he also wanted Kainan to take a bit more time for himself, as well. The assassin knew all too well the havoc that overworking could wreak on one's mental health.