Gran continued his grumpy pig grump-fest even as Mikh'a buried his face in the baby behemoth's purple-furred stomach. The one sign that he had even noticed the Miqo'toddler's actions at all was a deep inhale followed by a short huff of displeasure. Other than that, he was irreconcilable in his porcine pouting - at least until Luxore moved to take "his" baby human away from him. The whines caused Gran's ears to flick up in concern and he shot the Elezen a dark-eyed look, as if calculating how hard he'd have to ram the much larger figure in the ankles to send him toppling. A much more sharp warning snort was all he gave to let Lux know that he best watch what he did with the infant.
"Well, I can't say 'm happy 'e hit folks wit it ta begin wit..." Chachan admitted, a frown creasing his features at Sara's revelation. "But at least 'e knows not ta do that no more. 's like I told 'im, a hammer's 'sposta be fer creatin', not destroyin'." He quieted a bit after that, the irony of his statement considering the new combat style he was developing not entirely lost on him. He didn't dwell on it for too long, though, considering the prospect of food presented to him.
The Lalafell wasn't alone in approaching the table with the Rinnanis/Silverlark family. Gran tailed Luxore the entire way, settling himself at the foot of Mikh'a's chair - ready to both protect his young charge and aggressively beg for table scraps from those unfortunate enough to be in the adjacent seats via violent jostling of the nearest chair legs. Chachan, by comparison, was far less comfortable being so close to the head of the table - a position of power he likely felt he did not deserve given the expression of concern decorating his freckled features. Still, put on the spot as he was, he had little choice but to scramble timidly into his own chair and tried to settle his nerves by looking over the spread of food. Which, given the quiet rumble of his stomach at the sight, was at least partially successful until the Highlander's comment stole his attentions.
"O-oh, um... yeah, tha's me." The Dunesfolk scratched awkwardly at his floof, feeling at odds with the fellow since the man seemed to recognize him to some degree and he could not return the favor. He ran through the list of names provided by Lili and Sara earlier, canting his head this way and that as he counted them all off - dismissing the ones it couldn't be. Given the short list and the his prior knowledge of the other males of the house, could this be Khavan? "Chachanji Gegenji, nice ta meetcha."
"Well, I can't say 'm happy 'e hit folks wit it ta begin wit..." Chachan admitted, a frown creasing his features at Sara's revelation. "But at least 'e knows not ta do that no more. 's like I told 'im, a hammer's 'sposta be fer creatin', not destroyin'." He quieted a bit after that, the irony of his statement considering the new combat style he was developing not entirely lost on him. He didn't dwell on it for too long, though, considering the prospect of food presented to him.
The Lalafell wasn't alone in approaching the table with the Rinnanis/Silverlark family. Gran tailed Luxore the entire way, settling himself at the foot of Mikh'a's chair - ready to both protect his young charge and aggressively beg for table scraps from those unfortunate enough to be in the adjacent seats via violent jostling of the nearest chair legs. Chachan, by comparison, was far less comfortable being so close to the head of the table - a position of power he likely felt he did not deserve given the expression of concern decorating his freckled features. Still, put on the spot as he was, he had little choice but to scramble timidly into his own chair and tried to settle his nerves by looking over the spread of food. Which, given the quiet rumble of his stomach at the sight, was at least partially successful until the Highlander's comment stole his attentions.
"O-oh, um... yeah, tha's me." The Dunesfolk scratched awkwardly at his floof, feeling at odds with the fellow since the man seemed to recognize him to some degree and he could not return the favor. He ran through the list of names provided by Lili and Sara earlier, canting his head this way and that as he counted them all off - dismissing the ones it couldn't be. Given the short list and the his prior knowledge of the other males of the house, could this be Khavan? "Chachanji Gegenji, nice ta meetcha."
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