[He lowers his head to lap carefully from his own bowl; at least that much is a maneuver he's had to learn already. He'll keep quiet too, for the moment. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do, he thinks. He does not know how he and Emmet are supposed to fit together; he doesn't even really know Emmet's shape. Is this really just how he works? Maybe there's nothing wrong at all. How would Ingo know?]
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[He lowers his head to lap carefully from his own bowl; at least that much is a maneuver he's had to learn already. He'll keep quiet too, for the moment. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do, he thinks. He does not know how he and Emmet are supposed to fit together; he doesn't even really know Emmet's shape. Is this really just how he works? Maybe there's nothing wrong at all. How would Ingo know?]