Banshy snickers a bit more, sticking their tongue out back, as shit-eating of a grin a bird with no teeth can manage. but theres little bite to it, really, sliding easily into a lazy sort of smile, watching.
He's gotta admit, the little bugger is determined. reminds him vaguely of a younger forgraves, the few times the fear would part and the slightest hint of defiance or mischief would leak its way through. it's nice.
Though the both jump at the sudden exclamation, neither are quite surprised they could talk, more surprised they hadn't yet. but that doesn't really cross their minds for more than a second before theyre up and moving.
They rummage through Forgraves endless bowls of plants until they find what theyre looking for and waddling back.
he would try to gently get the pup to look at him, ears flat against his head.
the commotion of clinking pots turned his head to where banshy was, and by the time he opened his mouth to speak Banshy was already heading back over, a small handful of blueish green leafs in his claws.
@Flintlocke
It doesn't hurt that bad. It isn't bad enough for Flintlocke to be fussed over so much, anyway. Really, they're just looking at the offending piece of stone with a glare in their eyes. They will light that firepit. They know they will. It can't be that hard!
Distracted, they open their mouth with a tiny
It's weird enough that they don't mind when Forgraves warns that the leaves he's going to give them don't taste good. Anything's gotta be better than the blood, right?
Their eyes focus on the leaves in Forgrave's pawlm and they snatch them up eagerly. Chew, chew.
They blink. The pain's gone, but...?
@Forgraves