"Ah... he jus' doesn't like bein' cooped up, is all," Chachan corrected sheepishly. He always considered Gran more of a friend and future sidekick than a pet, so he always felt a bit awkward when he was reminded that the porker was indeed of such a persuasion. As Lili questioned separating the two babies, the Dunesfolk's violet gaze drifted to the light-haired Hyur. "Um... i-if'n ya wanna try, I dun think Gran'll do nothin' 'n Mikh'a's jus' bein' a baby..."
Speaking of the little duo, Gran had ceased in his twirling chase after the babyqo'te due to a mild case of dizziness and a greater case of frustration. The tiny biped just refused to let go of him! With a huff, the purple porker flopped onto the ground. Whatever, he'd just wait for his chance to escape rather than wear himself out. Mikh'a couldn't hold onto him forever, could he?
Speaking of the little duo, Gran had ceased in his twirling chase after the babyqo'te due to a mild case of dizziness and a greater case of frustration. The tiny biped just refused to let go of him! With a huff, the purple porker flopped onto the ground. Whatever, he'd just wait for his chance to escape rather than wear himself out. Mikh'a couldn't hold onto him forever, could he?
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