They also still have yet to figure out a way of getting all the clothes back to town. Though he supposes there's always the option of letting everyone retrieve their own stuff, he was hoping to fulfill this wish himself. And they need to get back their entire outfits.
Well, he was gonna pitch a fit, which he ends up doing anyway, bare feet flailing in the air as he kicks up a (thankfully not literal) storm, yelling in frustration until a piece of the ceiling comes loose and nails him square in the stomach, causing his tail to puff up.]
Urk--!
[By the time he recovers, Hiyori is standing above, berating him. He deserves it, he knows, but it still doesn't help the fact his precious jersey remains missing among hundreds of articles of clothing. It's one of the few things he has from home and it's not like he can waltz out and just get a perfect replacement.
With tears in his eyes, he glances up at her, pout firmly in place. He lets her help haul him to his feet as he brushes off the chunk of rock dirt that fell on him, ears perking at the sudden squeaking noise.] I know, I'm not trying to be ungrateful or anything, it's just...
[His tail swishes in interest at the tiny sounds, ears swiveling in the direction they're coming from. And when he sees those little heads pop out, a lot of the fight in him drains away.]
...great. So there is a whole lot of them. [Just not the kind he thought.] What do we do now?
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They also still have yet to figure out a way of getting all the clothes back to town. Though he supposes there's always the option of letting everyone retrieve their own stuff, he was hoping to fulfill this wish himself. And they need to get back their entire outfits.
Well, he was gonna pitch a fit, which he ends up doing anyway, bare feet flailing in the air as he kicks up a (thankfully not literal) storm, yelling in frustration until a piece of the ceiling comes loose and nails him square in the stomach, causing his tail to puff up.]
Urk--!
[By the time he recovers, Hiyori is standing above, berating him. He deserves it, he knows, but it still doesn't help the fact his precious jersey remains missing among hundreds of articles of clothing. It's one of the few things he has from home and it's not like he can waltz out and just get a perfect replacement.
With tears in his eyes, he glances up at her, pout firmly in place. He lets her help haul him to his feet as he brushes off the chunk of rock dirt that fell on him, ears perking at the sudden squeaking noise.] I know, I'm not trying to be ungrateful or anything, it's just...
[His tail swishes in interest at the tiny sounds, ears swiveling in the direction they're coming from. And when he sees those little heads pop out, a lot of the fight in him drains away.]
...great. So there is a whole lot of them. [Just not the kind he thought.] What do we do now?