Junchi had not noticed that he let out that his species hunt. It was too late to take it back now, with Fuyu suddenly bombarding him with questions. She did not seem fearful of him, however. That might have been because of her expressionless face, but if she was truly scared, she could have ran away.
"Um... I hunt because I have to. Something inside me tells me to hunt and I do it, or else I get really sick in the head and stop being me. We're all like that." Shame could be heard in his voice if you listened carefully enough. He was both proud and ashamed of being such a predatory creature. Hunting was not something he considered bad, but the way oricenta hunted was excessively violent. Experiencing such a mixture of enjoyment from torturing his prey and disgust of what he was doing was too much of a conflict for him to handle.
Seeing Fuyu's slump of the shoulders sent a quick stab of panic through Junchi's chest. Was he already pushing a new friend away? In a way, he should have been thankful. This was the perfect distraction from the awkwardness of talking about how he hunted. "A-Anyways, you can be mature and childish! Being small doesn't make you childish. Dad is small and he's super mature and scary. And... if you like studying and stuff... we can study together! I can teach your different languages or something."
The attempt to cheer Fuyu up distracted Junchi from the flowers blooming on his arms. The flowers were of varying types and colors, with most being pink or white plum blossoms.
