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[dies_irate]

He reminds himself (carefully) not to grumble, not to growl. Yellow got the worst of Arthur, and he doesn't need to aggravate that.

...even if he doesn't want that question.

"I'm working on that," he says smoothly, because it's the truth. He'll figure something out. And if he can't, he'll talk to Arthur about it.

[howtheyshine]

There's a pause, a scribble of emotions inside him, but he asks anyway.

"If you learn... I'll- I'll do something to earn it, pay for it, but if you learn- I want to know how."

He just did what felt familiar.

[dies_irate]

Something in him rebels at the idea.

"No," he says plainly. Then he finds the solution after a moment of scrabbling. "I never would have tried to turn into an animal if it wasn't for seeing you do it. So... it's only fair for me to share."

He doesn't owe Yellow, because Yellow wasn't trying to teach him anything. He was being a dick. But he'll use it now.

[howtheyshine]

He hears 'no' and there's an immediate cascade of guesses about why and what Yellow did wrong or if John already knows and is hiding it or if he wants to learn and then use the knowledge over Yellow-

And then he realizes that John wasn't saying 'no' to that part, as he keeps going.

"...Really?"

[dies_irate]

The answer is a positive grunt.

"Really. Besides, why wouldn't I show you?"

[howtheyshine]

Well now he's embarrassed. "I... I don't know."

Because his instinct would be to hide it, and it isn't until he's confronted with the question that he realizes how pointless and mean it would be.

[dies_irate]

"Right," and his tone says he feels like the topic is exhausted. All done. He'll share once he's figured 'something' out.

[howtheyshine]

"I- I don't want you to stay away from me."

He wants to make that clear, even if John is obviously Done.

"I don't want that. I was- scared. You'd hate me. And that Arthur would because you came."

And before John can reply to that aloud, Yellow shoots into the air in another winged retreat. A crow this time. No backdraft.

[dies_irate]

"Okay."

And he'd been about to say more, because the topic was done, Yellow, they could talk about other things, he's just not going to discuss why he'd tell you things because Why Wouldn't He-

And then Yellow is fleeing.

[ Running away like I'm going to hurt you doesn't make me feel like you want to see me! ] Just so you know, Yellow. Goddammit.