It had been turns since he had done anything with folding paper. J'in folded the sheet of paper, running his nail over the seam. It wasn't surprising, a prison wasn't a place for the privilege to spend marks for invites to be folded into flowers or other shapes. Or love poems, he really hated recopying sappy love poems. This one was his fourth try, three mangled creations one vaguely dragonish shape had been discarded and became Irath's play things.
Irath batted a bit of plain paper with a fore paw, passing it back and forth between his paws.
he said, delicately liping the edge and pulling the paper limb back till it straighten.
"It wasn't working." He said pausing and inversed a crease, smoothing the upright narrow triangle. "I'm out of practice as well." J'in reached down to stroke the grey's back, relaxed enough to smile as Irath attempted to unfold the piece of work. "I forgot this... I use to enjoy it."
Irath chuffed, managing to crumple the paper.
He muttered, lifting his paw and dropped it, amused at the crinkling noise.
Irath rumbled, rubbing bodily against his bond partner till J'in left off long enough to give him a hug.
J'in lifted his head, pausing and set down his half created mess of paper, pushing off the bed to answer the door. "Morning," he said looking over J'car and the bucket before stepping aside. "Come in. Before Irath tackles you for the bucket."
Irath chirped, running over towards the stranger and bugle in greeting.
The grey nosed the bucket, cheerfully getting under foot.