( and Steak doesn't have his swords to do the job. he supposes he could use some firepower and ignite them, but they'd have to get closer for that. )
Sounds good.
( not so fast, Steak. that pink one thinks your horns look like a lovely place to perch. )
Wh— ( his head jerks as the paper settles into place, trying to... oh, who knows. face it head on? knock it off? ) Get off me!
( unfortunately for Steak, it's too late. the heat is already growing in the depths of his belly, nothing to do with his desire to burn all these cranes into cinders. )
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Sounds good.
( not so fast, Steak. that pink one thinks your horns look like a lovely place to perch. )
Wh— ( his head jerks as the paper settles into place, trying to... oh, who knows. face it head on? knock it off? ) Get off me!
( unfortunately for Steak, it's too late. the heat is already growing in the depths of his belly, nothing to do with his desire to burn all these cranes into cinders. )