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[OPEN] in dragontown
Who: Nero & Open!
When: November 30th, Full Moon
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: First full moon dragon transformation! FIERCE AND READY TO INCITE TERROR! Except...he's tiny.
Warnings: Potential for monster violence, mostly tiny angee
πΈππππππβΏβ : Filing A Complaint
[ He knew it was only a matter of time. Months--it had been months since he first arrived and during that time scales had slowly been making their way all across his body. Nails were sharpening, as were his teeth, and horns had started to grow out of his head. The noticeable bump of something on his back shoulders also begets the potentiality of fucking wings, which he isn't looking forward to.
All in all? It kinda sucks. Hardcore.
But he would take that all to this.
Each full moon had kicked started his next round of transformations. Since his magical marriage bond to Nico, the desire to go buck-wild and hunt shit down had ebbed, but even that couldn't stop the inevitable.
The evitable being fully covered in scales and much less human-shaped. Yes, Nero had finally been taken fully in by his budding draconic features and fully transformed into a fierce wyrm--
--...no more than a foot tall.
Which is why, instead of doing a reasonable thing and seeking out his few friends in this place, he heads straight to the Coven to air his grievances.
Unfortunately, he's still figuring out this whole flying thing. Which is why any unsuspecting person idly walking down the street may suddenly find a tiny dragon plummeting down onto them. A little help? ]
πΈππππππβΏβ‘: The Worse Dragon
[ The Coven is, unsurprisingly, a bust. But Nero has started to get a better hang of this whole flying thing so he plans to make use of it, at least to get him from point A to point B mostly undetected (or so he thinks). The thing about turning into a dragon and fucking off is that eventually your friends may find out, which is why he routes back to the Entertainment District...
...Specifically to an adult store with a rather unfortunate name.
Doubly unfortunate when the creature trying to figure out how to get inside without hands or thumbs is a dragon making things much worse. Nero does a decent impression of an angry bird as he continues to try and fly into the windows, either to break the glass or get someone's attention (take your best guess). He even goes so far as to try and sit on the handle and use his weight to turn it, only to slide off.
He hisses like a snake, then growls, tiny sparks shooting up towards the door knob.
How dare.
If you notice the dragon trying to get in, maybe you should let it? Or please don't step on him. ]
πΈππππππβΏβ’: All this for a loaf of bread?
[ Being small and full of range is really very tiring. Also not really having the same levels of human intellect (when you are already prone to making very sudden and questionable decisions) leads to a series of unfortunate events throughout the night. Needless to say, it's been a Bad Time, so being cranky in addition to hungry isn't the best combination.
Hunting. He needs to hunt. That is an instinct he understands well and doesn't try to fight in the least. But rather than go out to the Wildes where he might find live prey worthy of his normal, people-sized form, Nero heads to the Harbor District in hopes to catch something pre-killed. Namely, fish. Fish that someone else has fished and he can appropriately mooch off of.
That does not go without saying that as he passes the taverns along the water front, he sees other opportunities...
Are those some supplies you just purchased nearby? Or maybe that's a nice warm dinner you're trying to walk off with? Please don't mind the dragon dive-bombing with a fierce squeak. ]
πΈππππππβΏβͺ: Wildcard
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When: November 30th, Full Moon
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: First full moon dragon transformation! FIERCE AND READY TO INCITE TERROR! Except...he's tiny.
Warnings: Potential for monster violence, mostly tiny angee
πΈππππππβΏβ : Filing A Complaint
[ He knew it was only a matter of time. Months--it had been months since he first arrived and during that time scales had slowly been making their way all across his body. Nails were sharpening, as were his teeth, and horns had started to grow out of his head. The noticeable bump of something on his back shoulders also begets the potentiality of fucking wings, which he isn't looking forward to.
All in all? It kinda sucks. Hardcore.
But he would take that all to this.
Each full moon had kicked started his next round of transformations. Since his magical marriage bond to Nico, the desire to go buck-wild and hunt shit down had ebbed, but even that couldn't stop the inevitable.
The evitable being fully covered in scales and much less human-shaped. Yes, Nero had finally been taken fully in by his budding draconic features and fully transformed into a fierce wyrm--
--...no more than a foot tall.
Which is why, instead of doing a reasonable thing and seeking out his few friends in this place, he heads straight to the Coven to air his grievances.
Unfortunately, he's still figuring out this whole flying thing. Which is why any unsuspecting person idly walking down the street may suddenly find a tiny dragon plummeting down onto them. A little help? ]
πΈππππππβΏβ‘: The Worse Dragon
[ The Coven is, unsurprisingly, a bust. But Nero has started to get a better hang of this whole flying thing so he plans to make use of it, at least to get him from point A to point B mostly undetected (or so he thinks). The thing about turning into a dragon and fucking off is that eventually your friends may find out, which is why he routes back to the Entertainment District...
...Specifically to an adult store with a rather unfortunate name.
Doubly unfortunate when the creature trying to figure out how to get inside without hands or thumbs is a dragon making things much worse. Nero does a decent impression of an angry bird as he continues to try and fly into the windows, either to break the glass or get someone's attention (take your best guess). He even goes so far as to try and sit on the handle and use his weight to turn it, only to slide off.
He hisses like a snake, then growls, tiny sparks shooting up towards the door knob.
How dare.
If you notice the dragon trying to get in, maybe you should let it? Or please don't step on him. ]
πΈππππππβΏβ’: All this for a loaf of bread?
[ Being small and full of range is really very tiring. Also not really having the same levels of human intellect (when you are already prone to making very sudden and questionable decisions) leads to a series of unfortunate events throughout the night. Needless to say, it's been a Bad Time, so being cranky in addition to hungry isn't the best combination.
Hunting. He needs to hunt. That is an instinct he understands well and doesn't try to fight in the least. But rather than go out to the Wildes where he might find live prey worthy of his normal, people-sized form, Nero heads to the Harbor District in hopes to catch something pre-killed. Namely, fish. Fish that someone else has fished and he can appropriately mooch off of.
That does not go without saying that as he passes the taverns along the water front, he sees other opportunities...
Are those some supplies you just purchased nearby? Or maybe that's a nice warm dinner you're trying to walk off with? Please don't mind the dragon dive-bombing with a fierce squeak. ]
πΈππππππβΏβͺ: Wildcard
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There's plenty for Nero to grab onto as he falls, the Ascian's choice of clothing is still rather loose comfortable robes and hood, and the fabric is quite sturdy, plenty for tiny claws to snag on and drag his fall to a sudden stop. Only for Lahabrea to reach to pluck the small dragon right off himself if capable, scowling.
He doesn't yet know he's looking at a preview of his own future here.]
... Well. You seem to be having a worse day than I am.
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When he's picked up, Nero screeches, trying to make it clear he does not appreciate the motion even if it's really not this man's fault that Nero came tumbling out of the sky on him in the first place.
A little huff of breath that let's out not smoke, but sparks of electricity indicate his agreement.
His day has been awful thank you. He wiggles, trying to be released even if Lahabrea did technically save him from hitting the cobblestone. ]
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[The warning is mostly because it might be VERY EASY to tangle a toe up in the cloth and wrench something fierce, or even break it, and that would be OBNOXIOUS upon returning to a larger shape.
Lahabrea has no issues with trying to set the little dragon down as quickly and carefully as possible, on a stack of boxes neatly labeled for delivery to the entertainment district. A little height is better than no height.
He doesn't generally bother with such considerations, but it's difficult for him to connect such an obviously nonhuman shape with anything mortal. Mortals earned his ire, the rest..]
I would.. ordinarily offer to find you some form of assistance but I don't speak squeak. You're going to be a tempting target, that small. You may wish to take a higher road than this to wherever you're trying to get. Rooftop to rooftop mayhap.
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Still grumpy but less.
He huffs, whether in indignation or appreciation, it's hard to tell.
He pulls his head back at the thought of being a "tempting target". Blue eyes turn up towards the sky like he is looking for the larger threat. He is a dragon. That's...that's terrifying, isn't it?
But the guy has a point. Maybe he should be gliding. Well, he will give it a try and starts flapping his wings to take off once again--
--only to awkwardly dive right into Lahabrea again. ]
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As it seems the small dragon is going to take his advice, the Ascian's content to leave it at that - right up until Nero blunders right back into him again. Once more, he immediately works on catching the poor man turned beast .. and set him back on the boxes.]
... If you'll take some further advice from a stranger.
[He's keeping his voice neutral. Very carefully so. Right now, Nero is small. But he's pretty certain dragons get MUCH bigger.]
I've been in some winged forms before. If this is a bit new to you, try keeping your wings still and gliding to the ground. Once you have that without falling, extend the distance a bit with some flapping. It won't be elegant.. and it indeed may look ridiculous, but rest assured you may simply devour anyone who laughs at you later.
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Nero doesn't enjoy looking like a fool, though. The angry huff and sparks that come out of his nostrils when he's set down again probably say as much without words.
But his head does cock to the side--he is listening. As resistant as Nero can be to advice, friendly or otherwise, he really isn't in much of a spot to turn it down. He looks from the man, to the ground, then back to the man, then huffs again--no sparks this time. Then, angling himself, he spreads his wings and hops off the edge. Instead of flapping, he keeps them still and he does manage to glide a few yards until he lands.
That? That is a SCREE! of victory.
Not from the Great Serpent of Ronka.]no subject
He might want to.
But he hasn't.
Instead, he watches Nero's efforts at gliding - far more successful than flying - and makes a small noise of approval. It might not actually take Nero that long to figure out the knack, if he can manage a glide without falling out of the sky on the first shot.
He still can't speak Scree, but satisfaction is one of those universal things.]
Well done. Soon you'll be terrorizing your foes from the air, or whatever it is dragons do. Would you like to practice further?
[It's not ... entirely public. Mostly public, but ducking down a side road would surely allow for more things to climb on and possibly test gliding from stack of Things to stack of Other Things.]
It may be a bit of a detour but out of public eye I can blind anyone who chooses to peek in on you and laugh.
[It's meant as a polite offer. It might not come off that way.]
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At least his compunction is not enough to stop him from...what might actually be to his benefit. It's not like this guy actually knows who he is when he's not a foot high and covered in scales, right? So his reputation is totally safe.
So he gives a chirp of approval. He can stay his pride for a bit longer.
Nero starts to waddle forward but stops immediately at the mention of blinding someone, though, he pulls his head back and his pupils narrow. He snorts. Hopefully that is clear enough.
Nero may complain and try and act like it's someone else's problem, but he doesn't actually want anyone...y'now. Fucked over. ]
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[Now he sounds a touch amused.]
No blindings, then.
[And Lahabrea was many things, but a liar isn't usually one of those. If blinding is off the table and something comes up, he'll find another way to amuse himself at the theoretical defense of Nero. Until then!
Until then he has other people's things to rearrange in the side alley, mostly by way of more convenient perches and kicking aside things that might cause injury if landed upon. Lahabrea really does have nothing else pressing to attend to, and he's certain once Nero has better control of his wings, SOMEONE was going to get an earful; the little creature had seemed quite upset after all.]
Ordinarily I would suggest trusting your instincts, but I've heard that occasionally goes quite badly, so mayhap sticking with reason and practice is better.
[for all that it's sound advice, as he stacks someone else's things in such a way that Nero can climb to the top, he sounds a touch uncertain. How ferality worked exactly was still a mystery.]
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Maybe it is in thanks to the bond he has with his best friend that he has managed to retain most of his sensibilities (as much as one can call Nero sensible) in this new form, but in some ways it's a little cruel that he is so painfully aware of his inadequacies. Ah well...wouldn't be the first time.
He waddles on after the man and watches curiously as he stacks up some random objects found. Nero takes the hint and climbs up, using the claws on the apex of his wings and his feet to scale the pile with relative ease. That much, it seems, is something he has the hang of.
Once he is at the top, he spreads his wings out as wide as they can go--which is about two feet. Very impressive.
He lets out as powerful a roar as he can, which in turn shoots out several bolts of lighting into the general area.
Oh, oops. ]
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New note added; dragons aren't always fire breathers.
He shakes out his hands to try to get rid of the tingly stinging a bit, which does very little actually.]
If you didn't know before, I'd say that certainly qualifies you for NOT being fire-touched. Though on that note..
[The Ascian quite deliberately takes a minute to remove his metal-taloned gloves and then the overcoat that made his robes look properly like robes, leaving him still solidly in black, simply now in a high collared shirt and bland looking black pants. No more metal bits! These are carefully set aside. The mask remains, obscuring his face fairly well, but apparently he's blond.]
I admit, I didn't know that. All other dragons I've encountered have been of the fire sort. You might be rather unique!
2!
( Honestly? This month has been a long one, and while she isn't usually one for hurrying through the year she's glad to see the back of Noveur. She's managed to patch over the wrinkles, sure, and she's relieved that she and Sephiroth managed to work things out, but by the week leading up to the full moon she's can't help but feel glad to have a great heap of work into which she can throw herself. With the winter season coming she wants to sort out her stock lines, get things feeling more festive, and she's busy sketching up some designs behind the counter whenβ
Fuck.
She feels it again. Another pulse of anger shivers through the Bond between herself and Nero; Nico had felt it that morning, bright and hot as she'd lain there puzzling under her duvet. She'd assumed Nero was just getting worked up about something β to say that he's prone to grumpy moods would be an understatement β but this time it feels like something ... more. Something worse than someone giving him the hairy eyeball. )
Hey
You okay?
Something's telling me the vibe is off
( She's just hit 'send' when something collides with the window and makes her jump. Nico is on her feet immediately: every now and then some fool kids get the bright idea to throw rocks at the window of the shop, and she's of half a mind to hex them to heck and back when there's another crack at the window. )
Hey!
( Nico wrenches the door open, ready to give the Delinquent Youths a piece of her mind, at which point a tiny dragon tumbles in past her head and wobbly-flies into the shop. )
What in theβ
( Oh. Oh no. She has a bad feeling about this. )
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He goes for a landing--or, well, tries to. Unfortunately said landing leads him crashing into a rather exciting display of monster-shaped dildos, ironically items he has done so much to work try and avoid.
Smacked in the face by weirdly shaped dicks that are effectively bigger than his head. His day just keeps getting better.
He scrambles to right himself, but a particularly large dong has fallen down and pinned his wing.
Death might be kinder. He screeches anyway. ]
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( There's no time to react before the tiny dragon goes careening into the shelves. Nico manages to flip the sign around from 'open' to 'closed' before chasing after the thing, which β hey, isn't that shade of blue kind of familiar. Honey-brown eyes widen in disbelief as she stops short to stare at the little guy: )
Wait a minute ...
( Oh man. It screeches its displeasure, clearly annoyed at having been thoroughly bonked on the head and trapped under a hefty dildo. Another pulse of outrage rushes through the Bond, and Nico has to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugher. )
... Nero? Is that you?
( Note: she's too distracted by this revelation to have moved the dildo yet. Sorry, buddy. )
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It's petty, but a little convincing.
Her own shock hits him before she asks what they're both dreading. He would be more accommodating to her own surprise if he were not being pinned down by a giant phallus.]
Scree!
[ She will probably feel the affirmative. ]
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... Shit.
( Nico sinks to her knees next to him, then plops back onto her ankles before running a hand through her hair. It takes a further moment for her to realise he's still pinned under the dong: )
Shit! Sorry, sorry, lemme justβ
( The dildo is quickly removed and set aside, and Nico carefully gathers Nero up into her hands to give his wing a gentle examination. It doesn't look too badly damaged β maybe a little sore, but there's nothing torn or broken β and she sighs with relief before finally letting herself give him a proper once-over. )
You're, uh ...
( Now, what's the best way to say this without risking a spike of indignation through their Bond?? )
You're really tiny, huh?
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Well, it can. Nero is used to a high level of bullshit, but he has his limits. Very well defined and sometimes comically prudish limits. This is unsurprisingly beyond one of them. (At least it was a shade of blue that nicely complemented his scales.)
But because this is Nico, he does actually allow her to manhandle him a bit. (Dragonhandle?) He flexes his little claws that sit at the apex of his wing and almost looks like he's frowning, if such an expression can be made on reptiles.
Well--apparently it can. Because when she calls him tiny the blues of his scales darken around his head to near black and he bears his teeth.
Rude? Like he doesn't know! ]
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Hey!
( Nico points a finger at him when he bears his teeth, although it's almost impossible to keep a stern look on her face when he's so freaking adorable. )
None of that. I know you're still gonna be your same grumpy self, but if you bite me? Iou're gonna be in big trouble.
( Pfft! Anyway, now that that's out of the way, Nico rises to her feet with Nero still cupped between her palms. She takes him over to the front desk, where she sets him down against the polished wood of the counter, and drags her stool forwards so she can sit down and look at him properly. )
Right, so. Nero's a dragon. Nero's a baby dragon. Fuck. Fuck!
( She chews on her lower lip for a moment. )
You just woke up like this?
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It's a joke, but there's a slice of cake in his bag. ]
Hey! [ Thankfully for Shiro, and unfortunately for the dragon, he has very good reflexes. ] Unless you plan on paying me back, I'm gonna have to deny you a free snack.
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Surely this guy can spare something.
He swerves to the side and narrowly misses the bag--unfortunately whacking against a store sign. He squeaks. It's a sad squeak.
What have you done, Shiro? ]
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Hopefully he hasn't killed a tiny dragon. Oh, god. Shiro hurries over, once he gets over his moment of being absolutely stunned. Listen, he didn't mean for this to happen.
Maybe he'll give the little guy a bit of food, just because he feels awful. ]
Hey, buddy-- Are you alright?
[ As if the dragon can speak words. It's fine. It's fine! ]
i'm glad this is how they meet
Nero is dizzy, stumbling backwards from the sign and shakes his head once, twice, three times to try and clear it. His pupils are a little overly dilated as he looks up at the man.
He tries to roar in protest--as if it was somehow this man's fault that Nero's attempt to steal dinner--but what comes out is a weird cough and a puff of little electric sparks.
Yeah, that'll show him. ]
it's incredible
He would regardless, but for now, he crosses over and crouches down. ]
Sorry about that. [ His is a face of terror. So scary, tiny dragon. ] I didn't think you'd run into the sign. How about I make it up to you?
nero is gonna act like he doesn't know shiro when they meet as people
Nero makes a point to look as indignant as one can when their facial expressions are limited by hard scales. But it is clear he understands what Shiro is saying. He looks from his face, then to the bag of food that he had only just tried to take advantage of.
He scoots a little so he can stare directly at the bag. And then snorts at it.
He hungers. ]
wheezes oh my god
Okay. So smart dragon. Other than running into a sign. Shiro looks to the bag, too, and decides it's easier to just share food with the little guy? It's the least he could do. Either way, Shiro pulls a plastic container out of the bag and opens it up.
He takes a fork and offers one to the dragon--and he makes sure to close the container so he doesn't get the smart idea to yoink more out of it. ]
How about a meatball?
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Nero doesn't bother making any sort of sound of approval, he just stretches his neck out and sinks his teeth into the meatball. Yanking it off of the fork entirely, he moves a few steps back so that he can eat the morsel without fear that this man may pull it back.
It's messy, but appreciated.
Yum. ]
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O-oh my god!
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That hurts like a bitch. And the sound he makes is too much like a squeaky toy for his pride.
Nero shakes his head as he tries to right himself, but instead kind of spins in a circle before tripping over his feet. A tragedy. ]
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It's so cute, though. It sounds like a squeaky toy!]
Aww! A-are you hurt, little guy?
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He snorts, a small puff of little indignant sparks as he finally focuses his gaze upward.
Then pulls his head back.
What...what sort of creature did he run into?? ]
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Alphys is definitely not something you see everyday even in a city full of weird monsters. Most people mistake her for a chimera these days, with her upper half still looking reptilian (save for her antlers), but everything from the waist down is most certainly faun.
She pulls her hands away, noticing that this tiny adorable dragon looks a little... scared? Poor thing!]
I-I won't hurt you! Promise!
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Which is something he hopes everyone takes to heart about his diminutive form right now. (He is really big and fierce, guys. REALLY.)
There's a moments pause as Nero tilts his head to the side...then gives a huff, apparently, in acceptance.
Turning his gaze back up towards the sky, he starts to flap his wings and gets a little liftoff...before going about two feet and plopping back down to the ground.
Sigh. Flying isn't as natural as he thought it might be. ]
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H-hey, let me make sure you aren't hurt first, okay?
[She reaches out to scoop him up in her arms...]
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But...she has a point. He does feel sore from his landing and it is probably not going to help him at all get back up into the air.
He let's out a sigh--a resigned, tiny dragon sigh that comes out as a snort as he looks like he's dragging his feet to let her pick her up.
Fine! But make it quick, lady. He has places to be.
That's what he would say if he could talk. It comes out as a very unterrifying growl. ]
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Does it hurt when I do this?
[She's no veterinarian, but if he doesn't cry out that'd probably be a good sign, right?]
01. /rolls up 15 minutes late with starbucks
It's not the first time Nero has vanished without telling her, and she can count it as something of a blessing that this time he hasn't discharged himself from hospital and just taken off with a mysterious stranger to hunt down demons. It doesn't mean that she's not worried that he's gone off on his own without telling anyone again; it's just that once is a rarity, twice is habit forming.
She's worried and she's irritated and distracted and definitely not looking up or expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen...]
he's sorry wifey you can't see him like this
It isn't like he chose to lose the air current and come plummeting down. This flying thing really isn't as easy as birds make it look like and he isn't sure if the addition of feathers would have made it any better. Needless to say, he is not having a good time.
And that makes it so much worse when he hits the cobblestones hard right in front of his girlfriend.
Fuck. ]
But heβs so cute and ferocious!
Oh no, what happened to you?
[She crouches down to inspect the little creature; itβs very small, probably a baby. Maybe itβs a fledgling who just learned to fly-
Wait a moment, itβs a very tiny dragon. She stops in the act of reaching for it, reconsidering in case itβs ferocious or upset. She doesnβt want to scare it.]
Poor little thing, did you hurt yourself?