Redhawk Caldera Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out?

He plopped on the ground, though he remained neither happy or unhappy about it. Phox was, for all intents and purposes, passive. He rolled (sometimes quite literally) with the punches, and Fidget didn't seem particularly phased by anything that went on around him. He was curious, observant, but not quick to let his emotions swing one way or the other.

His sister's snoot booped his butt, and Fidget let out a little squeak of surprise. Almost immediately, he began to investigate the assailant, using his teeny tiny paws to "swim" his way around to her, head wobbling precariously on his stubby neck. When he finally managed to turn himself around, he booped their snoots together, opening his mouth to taste Towhee's little wet nose.