He blinks rapidly protesting as quickly as he can, while still freaking the heck out in pretty much every way.
This wasn't covered in his etiquette book. Then again, he might have eaten this particular page where large, soft, but still threatening pink humans pick you up and make alarming and violent spacecraft noises while moving you both around in the air.
The fact he's child-sized is hardly going to occur to him, after all.
He blinks for dear life.
Again, Raikou doesn't seem to understand.
Despairing, but not enough to drop his mayorly politeness, (He is a public figure after all, and as such must handle all displays of adulation with grace and poise) he'll be continuing to flail with all his weak, pathetic digits, dirty bedsheet flapping around his knees.
Sure, his rigid black carapace should protect him from most things, but an uncanny innate ability to measure distances isn't necessarily a reassuring thing to have when you're being hoisted off the ground by a perfect stranger when you're innocently defending lost cans from profound peril and the unknown, and giving them new homes in your town.
Serenity blinks concern or her mayorly friend, zipping around both of your heads. WV sends her for help with more rapid blinking, and the little firefly zooms off into the complex in search of others willing to assist, and capable of speaking blinking. Wayward Vagabond feels rather gloomy at the prospects there, but can't let himself fret.
A good mayor should always have a clear head for making decisions, and be willing to face the unknown with bravery.]
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Date: 2011-11-21 12:34 am (UTC)He blinks rapidly protesting as quickly as he can, while still freaking the heck out in pretty much every way.
This wasn't covered in his etiquette book. Then again, he might have eaten this particular page where large, soft, but still threatening pink humans pick you up and make alarming and violent spacecraft noises while moving you both around in the air.
The fact he's child-sized is hardly going to occur to him, after all.
He blinks for dear life.
Again, Raikou doesn't seem to understand.
Despairing, but not enough to drop his mayorly politeness, (He is a public figure after all, and as such must handle all displays of adulation with grace and poise) he'll be continuing to flail with all his weak, pathetic digits, dirty bedsheet flapping around his knees.
Sure, his rigid black carapace should protect him from most things, but an uncanny innate ability to measure distances isn't necessarily a reassuring thing to have when you're being hoisted off the ground by a perfect stranger when you're innocently defending lost cans from profound peril and the unknown, and giving them new homes in your town.
Serenity blinks concern or her mayorly friend, zipping around both of your heads. WV sends her for help with more rapid blinking, and the little firefly zooms off into the complex in search of others willing to assist, and capable of speaking blinking. Wayward Vagabond feels rather gloomy at the prospects there, but can't let himself fret.
A good mayor should always have a clear head for making decisions, and be willing to face the unknown with bravery.]