If Gran could've made a face at the various fluids Mikh'a had bestowed upon him, he probably would've. Instead the only real tell of displeasure was a drooping of the ears and a wrinkling of the snout. Still, it was something a quick roll and wiggle in the grass could easily fix. And with his Boy imitating him, it also meant a teachable moment so that the Miqo'toddler would be well aware of what to do if he was also slobbered upon.
"Tha' is a really big family," Chachan agreed with no small amount of awe as Lili listed off all those related to her. The Lalafell had a decently sized family - two siblings, his parents, and Virara and Leanne serving as a sort of adopted, extended family. Still, counting the deceased, the lady Hyur's family unit was about twice his. "'n most'a 'em are all here? Tha's a lotta greetin's 'm gonna hafta do..."
The way he sounded when he said it, it was pretty obvious Chachan didn't mind. In fact, his overall mood seemed to have recovered somewhat from his self-inflicted snafu not minutes earlier. His long ears drooped a bit at the sharp whistle, but that was more out of surprise more than any sort of displeasure. The Dunesfolk made a living hitting metal against metal for bells at a time, after all.
Gran mirrored Chachan's surprise at the sudden whistle, ears snapping up and the lady Hyur getting a curious look from the purple porker. His attentions then turned to Mikh'a as the little tyke left his side, the departure heralded by a miffed little snort. His piggy pouting was short-lived, though, as the noises of the bit was the next focus of his attentions - following after the Miqo'toddler to investigate further. This left Chachan himself as the last one to fully cross the threshold before Lili shut the door behind them.
Despite his surprise at the suddenness of the whistle, the Doman smith reacted much more tamely to Bane's appearance. Perhaps in part due to being acclimated to the Au Ra in general - they were native to his homeland, after all - so that the fellow's height and features didn't bother him overmuch. If anything, any confusion the lad showed was likely due to the a Xaela holding such a passive position. Most of the children of the Dusk Mother he had encountered had been a lot more bombastic and oftentimes aggressive in personality. Having one as a taciturn butler seemed almost counter-intuitive - but the unnaturally burly little Lalafell was not one to judge given his own oddities.
Instead, Chachan freely offered up the little pair of leather boots he had worn for the visit along with a friendly little smile that always came so easily to his freckled features. His hands, now unburdened, clasped themselves neatly over his belly as he looked about the estate - refreshing his memory from his sparse earlier visits. Speaking of his stomach, the delightful scent of prepared food elicited a small rumbling from it - which resulted in an awkward little giggle from the Lalafell.
"A-ah, um, w-well..." he segued less than elegantly. "Whatev'r ya guys are makin', it smells amazin'."
"Tha' is a really big family," Chachan agreed with no small amount of awe as Lili listed off all those related to her. The Lalafell had a decently sized family - two siblings, his parents, and Virara and Leanne serving as a sort of adopted, extended family. Still, counting the deceased, the lady Hyur's family unit was about twice his. "'n most'a 'em are all here? Tha's a lotta greetin's 'm gonna hafta do..."
The way he sounded when he said it, it was pretty obvious Chachan didn't mind. In fact, his overall mood seemed to have recovered somewhat from his self-inflicted snafu not minutes earlier. His long ears drooped a bit at the sharp whistle, but that was more out of surprise more than any sort of displeasure. The Dunesfolk made a living hitting metal against metal for bells at a time, after all.
Gran mirrored Chachan's surprise at the sudden whistle, ears snapping up and the lady Hyur getting a curious look from the purple porker. His attentions then turned to Mikh'a as the little tyke left his side, the departure heralded by a miffed little snort. His piggy pouting was short-lived, though, as the noises of the bit was the next focus of his attentions - following after the Miqo'toddler to investigate further. This left Chachan himself as the last one to fully cross the threshold before Lili shut the door behind them.
Despite his surprise at the suddenness of the whistle, the Doman smith reacted much more tamely to Bane's appearance. Perhaps in part due to being acclimated to the Au Ra in general - they were native to his homeland, after all - so that the fellow's height and features didn't bother him overmuch. If anything, any confusion the lad showed was likely due to the a Xaela holding such a passive position. Most of the children of the Dusk Mother he had encountered had been a lot more bombastic and oftentimes aggressive in personality. Having one as a taciturn butler seemed almost counter-intuitive - but the unnaturally burly little Lalafell was not one to judge given his own oddities.
Instead, Chachan freely offered up the little pair of leather boots he had worn for the visit along with a friendly little smile that always came so easily to his freckled features. His hands, now unburdened, clasped themselves neatly over his belly as he looked about the estate - refreshing his memory from his sparse earlier visits. Speaking of his stomach, the delightful scent of prepared food elicited a small rumbling from it - which resulted in an awkward little giggle from the Lalafell.
"A-ah, um, w-well..." he segued less than elegantly. "Whatev'r ya guys are makin', it smells amazin'."
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