Northstar Vale Bye don't follow me!!

He was transfixed by the idea. The boy's face - usually so bright with cheer and stupidity - held a chiseled expression of serious thought. If learning this would make him better, make him strong, and keep everyone safe... It sounded too good to be true. At the same time, Titmouse wasn't cerebral enough to think of the negatives. It was a win for Rannoch.

Okay, he aquiesced swiftly, nodding his little face. But... But what do I do? He got to his feet and planted his paws, then reconsidered, planted them again, and seemed to dance on the spot, feeling heckin' awkward.