"Ah, um, well, I actually finished all me errands fer th' day," Chachan admitted with a bashful smile and a light scratching at the back of his head, just now realizing how he had more or less inhaled the treats wholesale right in front of Lili and her child. A light flush of embarrassment crept onto his cheeks, making his light dusting of freckles all the more pronounced. "We were jus' sorta... wanderin' th' stalls since we were in th' area. Never know what ya can find here, y'know? Though... I 'spose th' stall here's a good example'a that."
An awkward little chuckle escaped his lips as he motioned to the merchant and his delightfully decadent desserts. He was quick to return his hands thoughtfully to his pockets afterward, though, and mull over her first question a little more. What exactly was his plan for the day now? He had his usual training session with Ser Warren - something he made sure to attend even if the frequent aetheric travel betwixt Coralhaus and the Jewel was taxing even on his own stalwart stamina - but that wasn't for several bells yet. So what was he to do until then?
"As fer me plans fer th' day, I... uh... hadn't put much thought ta it," he finally admitted a bit weakly, glancing away and grinding the toe of his boot into the street some. He gave a small shrug before continuing. "I'm meetin' wit Ser Warren in th' evenin', but that's 'bout it. I 'spose I woulda jus' ended up hangin' 'round th' Quicksand or takin' Gran out ta splash 'round in Soot Creek some or somethin'."
Speaking of Gran, he canted his head and regarded the Babyqo'te with his dark eyes as the little kitten belted out laughing at the slightest inkling of the little porker's attention. He turned away at first, but the first baby-strong pat on the rump startled him and brought his focus back onto little Mikh'a... which resulted in another laugh and pat. At a loss as to how to deal with this tiny biped, the baby behemoth simply flopped to the ground again and grumpily stared forward, glancing only briefly towards the cub at the claps and subsequent pats. The pat on the neck caused him to lift his head again to glance back at the easily entertained infant, before settling back down with a momentous sigh.
Well, little Gran mused, he couldn't say he didn't like the attention - couldn't really say anything at all in the language of the bipeds, but that was beside the point. And he was certainly a great and magnificent beast, so it was no surprise that little Mikh'a was so enamored with him. Even going so far as to imitate him like he was the little purple porker's own offspring. Well, if that was the case, there wouldn't be much harm in taking the little furball under his wing, would it? His dark eyes flitted back to the babyqo'te once more, though in a much more thoughtful fashion this time around.
An awkward little chuckle escaped his lips as he motioned to the merchant and his delightfully decadent desserts. He was quick to return his hands thoughtfully to his pockets afterward, though, and mull over her first question a little more. What exactly was his plan for the day now? He had his usual training session with Ser Warren - something he made sure to attend even if the frequent aetheric travel betwixt Coralhaus and the Jewel was taxing even on his own stalwart stamina - but that wasn't for several bells yet. So what was he to do until then?
"As fer me plans fer th' day, I... uh... hadn't put much thought ta it," he finally admitted a bit weakly, glancing away and grinding the toe of his boot into the street some. He gave a small shrug before continuing. "I'm meetin' wit Ser Warren in th' evenin', but that's 'bout it. I 'spose I woulda jus' ended up hangin' 'round th' Quicksand or takin' Gran out ta splash 'round in Soot Creek some or somethin'."
Speaking of Gran, he canted his head and regarded the Babyqo'te with his dark eyes as the little kitten belted out laughing at the slightest inkling of the little porker's attention. He turned away at first, but the first baby-strong pat on the rump startled him and brought his focus back onto little Mikh'a... which resulted in another laugh and pat. At a loss as to how to deal with this tiny biped, the baby behemoth simply flopped to the ground again and grumpily stared forward, glancing only briefly towards the cub at the claps and subsequent pats. The pat on the neck caused him to lift his head again to glance back at the easily entertained infant, before settling back down with a momentous sigh.
Well, little Gran mused, he couldn't say he didn't like the attention - couldn't really say anything at all in the language of the bipeds, but that was beside the point. And he was certainly a great and magnificent beast, so it was no surprise that little Mikh'a was so enamored with him. Even going so far as to imitate him like he was the little purple porker's own offspring. Well, if that was the case, there wouldn't be much harm in taking the little furball under his wing, would it? His dark eyes flitted back to the babyqo'te once more, though in a much more thoughtful fashion this time around.
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