Felih looks P'rihnn up and down for a moment, and nods. "Seems like it. You've the physique of a fighter," he chirps, tail swishing behind him as he walks, the movements fluid. Felih moves like a slinky cat, svelte and sly, an acrobat and dancer by profession.
"I've always favored dancing. It's fun," he hums, "And works quickly in battle, and I do prefer getting the dirty work done quickly. Less dust and dirt that way," he chirps, before gently poking at Holly. "Dear, don't stare. It's rude."
Holly just seems more petulant about this, fussing and yelling in a series of chimes and bells that Felih somehow seems to understand.
"Is that so...? Nn, we'll talk about it later."
It's about that point they finally reach the gates, and Felih looks around curiously.
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Date: 2020-11-01 05:30 am (UTC)"I've always favored dancing. It's fun," he hums, "And works quickly in battle, and I do prefer getting the dirty work done quickly. Less dust and dirt that way," he chirps, before gently poking at Holly. "Dear, don't stare. It's rude."
Holly just seems more petulant about this, fussing and yelling in a series of chimes and bells that Felih somehow seems to understand.
"Is that so...? Nn, we'll talk about it later."
It's about that point they finally reach the gates, and Felih looks around curiously.
"Hello? Anybody here? We're quite lost..."