"Yeah, fine. The damn thing just gets in the way anyway." K'ile pulled at the shirt, but it didn't come off as easily as it had gone on. There buckles on the arms and chest to hold the white armored plates in place, and he pulled at these in frustration. "... Twelve damn this Ul'dahn... overdone... Why do they need metal buckles anyway?" he crouched and worked at them in frustration, tail whipping around behind him. His ears twitched and growled, stretching his limbs on occasion to test the looseness of the chest piece, but he really was going to have to undo all those buckles.
K'aijeen, meanwhile, began down the side of the rock ledge. "I wanted to go home."
K'aijeen, meanwhile, began down the side of the rock ledge. "I wanted to go home."