Nauh! I'm not tawking funny. [ huffs, making a face at the phone that five can't see. ] ...dunno. It looked dewicious and I'm hungwy. I'll find it mysewf if you're not gonna help.
[ he was totally lying about the cake anyway so that would have been a good call. But fortunately Childe is too small to get away and he's going up to him as soon as he sees him ]
Jesus. This isn't what I meant when I thought I'd like to be taller than you.
[ his fox bits are extra fluff by the way and as soon as five approaches he turns around, presses himself flush against the door, ...and growls. BE AFRAID. ]
[ bristles! fluffing up to the max, and he’s absolutely going to try to bite five. it definitely doesn’t hurt and is honestly probably more annoying than anything. ]
[ om nom nom. ]
[ swiftly realizes that he’s getting nowhere. ]
You. I’m full now. [ he’s not full and the grumble from his stomach can attest to that. ] Shhhhhhhhhhh! [ moves his tail around to block his stomach and try to muffle the grumbling. ]
I dwank somefing. A potion. [ he’s going to keep wiggling around to make it hard on five. ] But what if I want to stay a me? [ don’t mind him trying to stuff his tiny hands into any pockets five’s got on his person. ]
[ he is going to change into a fox and then quickly wiggle his way out of five’s arms to hide in his robes. pokes his head out, ears twitching and tail wagging. ]
I’ll eat whatever first then, but I want you to promise me you’ll get me something sweet after. [ lifts his hand and holds out his pinky. ]
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If you start making whale noises I'm gonna cut you off.
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Hi.
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Are you going to bring my snacks?
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Was that you trying to get my attention so I would bring you food?
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[ . . . ]
[ looks around. ]
Wobby! but becawse you're not cooperwating not for much longer. I'm gonna find a snack mySEWF!
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[ and he's trying to leave the lobby to be a spiteful little shit. ]
I can get my own cake! Better cake!
[ but he can't push the door open so... five will find a small child[e] trying his VERY BEST. ]
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Jesus. This isn't what I meant when I thought I'd like to be taller than you.
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I'll... I'll bite you!
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What did you eat.
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[ om nom nom. ]
[ swiftly realizes that he’s getting nowhere. ]
You. I’m full now. [ he’s not full and the grumble from his stomach can attest to that. ] Shhhhhhhhhhh! [ moves his tail around to block his stomach and try to muffle the grumbling. ]
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I hope.
[ the biting does nothing, obviously, but he does try to secure his hold on him a bit better. ]
You can turn into a fox and I'll let you hite in my clothes.
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…you lied about the cake.
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[ his stomach grumbles again. ] Five senseeeei. [ baps his chest. ] But I’m hungwy and I’m gonna die. [ being just a touch over dramatic. ] I need it.
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[ but he is going outside, still carrying him ]
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I’ll eat whatever first then, but I want you to promise me you’ll get me something sweet after. [ lifts his hand and holds out his pinky. ]
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