“Given some of our conversations, I'm not surprised to hear that... though it wasn't so much of a risk as it seems. Really! I see that look, but it's the truth.” This assurance was aimed at both Zeran and Trevor; Clarence wasn't unsmiling, or defensive---mostly matter-of-fact, but aware how his admission might sound, and so still slightly sheepish. He was younger than Trevor; young enough to be boyish yet as he explained, “Ghost-types are especially vulnerable to ghost-types, and to dark-types, too. If I've ever got an... an unwelcome occupant, my team could force it away. I'd be uncomfortable, but alright. Once I knew I was dealing with a yamask, I knew there was likely little to no risk; every one is an individual, of course, but they aren't predatory, or prone to cursing people, or otherwise ominous.”
They were known to look at their masks and weep... but Clarence wouldn't do Noemi the unkindness of saying such a thing, let alone that bluntly. He would answer her tug at his bag with “Oh, of course,” and produce the notebook and pen she wanted. There was no hesitation or fishing for the items, since they had a well-established place to always be in his bag. He hadn't even got to the 'Oh,' before Noemi's apple was gone. Moriarty had caught the fruit, as Noemi expected, but he had caught it with his tongue, which was the width of a teatowel but longer. Hovering over Clarence's shoulder, still, Marley narrowed his eye(hole)s at this, and softly scolded the gengar. There weren't words, exactly; it translated to tsk!
On being more bluntly booed, Diana decided she would overreact. She squeaked out an exclaimation, tucked her legs, and allowed herself to roll partway down Zeran's arm before stopping herself by splaying all four legs, feet attaching to whatever skin they struck.
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They were known to look at their masks and weep... but Clarence wouldn't do Noemi the unkindness of saying such a thing, let alone that bluntly. He would answer her tug at his bag with “Oh, of course,” and produce the notebook and pen she wanted. There was no hesitation or fishing for the items, since they had a well-established place to always be in his bag. He hadn't even got to the 'Oh,' before Noemi's apple was gone. Moriarty had caught the fruit, as Noemi expected, but he had caught it with his tongue, which was the width of a teatowel but longer. Hovering over Clarence's shoulder, still, Marley narrowed his eye(hole)s at this, and softly scolded the gengar. There weren't words, exactly; it translated to tsk!
On being more bluntly booed, Diana decided she would overreact. She squeaked out an exclaimation, tucked her legs, and allowed herself to roll partway down Zeran's arm before stopping herself by splaying all four legs, feet attaching to whatever skin they struck.