T-Chan wandered through corridor after corridor, not looking for any place in particular to go. Thoughts about Leon that he'd never found himself having before had kept him from going back to sleep. Usually, when he thought about the 'dear detective', it was usually with a ceaseless, bitter wrath. Now, there was a feathery caress of excitement and curiosity. Everywhere that Leon had touched him felt like a tangible imprint had been left. Stopping at a door that gave off a muted incandescence from its ornamental stained glass, he looked into the lightless corridor beyond and seemed to find something that had otherwise eluded him until this moment. "He's never tried--to hurt me…"
"Count D?" Ten-Chan asked softly with mild surprise at the totetsu's statement as he emerged from out of the darkness. "He'd carve himself up with a plastic knife before he ever hurt one of us!" He sauntered casually up to T-Chan and stopped to study the youngster's face carefully.
"Not him." T-Chan replied with unexpected relief at there being someone he might be able to talk to about this. "Orcot."
Ten-Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his skin suddenly felt like something was crawling all over it. He'd heard through the household grapevine about the amusing site of T-Chan biting Leon a couple of times. It would have been one thing if the human had never managed to hurt T-Chan, but to never have tried…that was a piece of information that had been left out. "Not even when you tried sinking your teeth into him?" He asked skeptically.
T-Chan shook his head slowly, a strange, haunted look on his face. "Not even then." He looked over at the door, as if it had some sort of answer to the new puzzle. "Kinda weird…with that short temper of his…" he mused uncomfortably.
A corner of Ten-Chan's mouth twitched upward, "Anything else?" he asked slyly, sensing that T-Chan's initial feelings about Leon had kept him from seeing things the way he was now.
"Yeah," T-Chan said with controlled agitation, "The way he reacted after Alexander left—or how he didn't react," he corrected himself pointedly.
Ten-Chan turned and stepped over to the wall across from the door. He faced T-Chan again, let his back drop against the wall with a soft thump and then slid down it until he was sitting on the floor with one knee bent and the other leg straight out. He raised his eyes to look up at T-Chan. "Go on," he encouraged sincerely.
T-Chan sat down against the wall right next to Ten-Chan with an eagerness to be listened to. "Well, before I met Count D, I'd gained a lot of experience with male humans who made it clear they weren't interested in me or any other men whatsoever."
"And?" Ten-Chan was having a growing feeling that he hadn't been paying close enough attention to the detective as he should have.
T-Chan fixed his eyes with Ten-Chan's, "Orcot—his reactions, the things he said…they're…not quite…right."
The kitsune's head tilted carefully, to say without words that he didn't quite follow, but that he wasn't disagreeing.
T-Chan seemed to squirm impatiently, before he shared the rest of his musings about the human. "He's blown up and blurted out some of the rudest, and crudest things about a lot of things, but the one time you'd expect him to do just that…you'd think he was actually choosing what he said and did way more carefully than he normally does."
For a moment, Ten-Chan's face was almost expressionless, but then a sly-bordering on wicked smirk crept onto the corners of his mouth. "I think you may have something there…" he breathed up at the door with intrigue.