[ Ah, good, he finally decided to help out. It only took him forever. As he rescues the proof of their identity from where they safely stashed it - because the gerblins may have run off but heavens forbid a dwarf trips over poor '45 - they back off and wait. Aaaaany second now.
There we go.
What ensues can only be described as furious bitching. Maybe now with proper context he can see the resemblance, all too evident in a tail fluffed up in Successor-worthy offence and the lectures translating across as the angry chittering of a cat who's decided to tell a certain mangy pigeon what for. It's not their fault, they don't know what happened, so stop!! laughing!! and help them!!
... It's perhaps a small miracle that they don't try to pinch him. Somehow that wouldn't go well with the claws. But at least something in this mess is amusing to someone. ]
menace!!!!!!
There we go.
What ensues can only be described as furious bitching. Maybe now with proper context he can see the resemblance, all too evident in a tail fluffed up in Successor-worthy offence and the lectures translating across as the angry chittering of a cat who's decided to tell a certain mangy pigeon what for. It's not their fault, they don't know what happened, so stop!! laughing!! and help them!!
... It's perhaps a small miracle that they don't try to pinch him. Somehow that wouldn't go well with the claws. But at least something in this mess is amusing to someone. ]