Gran had taken the lack of responses from the horsebird and doe as personal victories, which had made the interruption of his third pacification of the errant flower-thing all the more bothersome. He would've been three for three. And that squawk-bird was up there on the roof with no visible means to get it down or go up to it, so his 100% success rate had suddenly dropped to a meager 50-50. After making a little rut in the grass from his circling trying to at least get three out of four, the baby behemoth finally settled down in its center with a disdainful little snort.
Which left him wide open for the oncoming Miqo'toddler. Chachan certainly made no move to stop the boy, remembering the two getting along quite well the last time they had been together. More than willing to let two old friends get reacquainted, the Lalafell stepped aside to let little Mikh'a crash into the purple porker. Gran's ears wiggled at the sound of feet on wood and the child's chirps, but didn't realize the boy was after him in particular until Mikh'a was all but on top of him. The baby behemoth squealed and tried to get to scramble to his feet, but the kid was already glomping onto him.
"'e's walkin' 'n talkin' already?" Chachan asked of Lili, watching the small moment of chaos unfold. He scratched thoughtfully at a cheek with a gloved finger as he mused on this new revelation. "'as it really been that long?" He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the Hyur woman. "'e's gonna be taller'n me a'fore ya know it. ... Not that doin' tha's much of'a 'ccomplishment, a'course."
Glancing between mother and child once more, the Lalafell noted the lack of shoes on both of them. Rather familiar with such a thing due to his Doman upbringing, he settled down on the doorstep and started removing his own boots. He continued his questions as he did so, possibly just to fill the air. "So, um... 'as Ms. Sara been gettin' up 'n about more? Or is she still sleepin' lots?"
Which left him wide open for the oncoming Miqo'toddler. Chachan certainly made no move to stop the boy, remembering the two getting along quite well the last time they had been together. More than willing to let two old friends get reacquainted, the Lalafell stepped aside to let little Mikh'a crash into the purple porker. Gran's ears wiggled at the sound of feet on wood and the child's chirps, but didn't realize the boy was after him in particular until Mikh'a was all but on top of him. The baby behemoth squealed and tried to get to scramble to his feet, but the kid was already glomping onto him.
"'e's walkin' 'n talkin' already?" Chachan asked of Lili, watching the small moment of chaos unfold. He scratched thoughtfully at a cheek with a gloved finger as he mused on this new revelation. "'as it really been that long?" He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the Hyur woman. "'e's gonna be taller'n me a'fore ya know it. ... Not that doin' tha's much of'a 'ccomplishment, a'course."
Glancing between mother and child once more, the Lalafell noted the lack of shoes on both of them. Rather familiar with such a thing due to his Doman upbringing, he settled down on the doorstep and started removing his own boots. He continued his questions as he did so, possibly just to fill the air. "So, um... 'as Ms. Sara been gettin' up 'n about more? Or is she still sleepin' lots?"
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