Lion Head Mesa fake out

hu- oh! awareness got into him not at first contact - shame on him! - but when the servant addressed him. through eyes squinted by the persisting thudding, gucci looked and saw little nazli.

not so little, any longer.

embarrassment came next, as the nobleman turned his head further and saw how he'd gotten quite directly in her way - her, child in a state!

oh, this hellspawned headache- forgive mah bumblin', girl. hurrying now, properly quadrupedal, gucci went to pick up the rabbit - the beastie nearly his size - and impressively managed to not at all lift it off the floor.

he dragged it to her, then sat and rose onto his hindlegs as if offering a fetched tennis ball.