"Sorry. I didn't mean to be a brat. I'm grateful for you keeping me safe and all. I don't mean to be a whiner." he blushed, smiling wide at the display of affection. "So what were you like before you're joined? I mean you're, uh, already now what I'd be expect-"
There come a loud rumble from the boy's stomach. It was high noon now. Golly! Had he been working all morning? The street Tiffany had assigned him as rather pristine, of course, but just how big as their territory? "-Expecting in a thieves guild member. And, er, excuse me." His cheeks turned red.
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The lizardman let out a squeal in response to the tiny voice, slitted eyes widening as it danced back, claws raised and frills spread, nearly toppling a shelf! He stood a moment, frozen in fear, before his muscles slackened back into a shuffles hunch. What is this little person? Too little! Could she climb on him and bite his eyes? A wizard? And flowers?! What kind of flowers? Why was Darkhun so stupid? Red flowers? White? But you needed a mate for red? Didn't you?! His heart began to pound, brain trying to weave a plausible story of human social niceties "Is sorry! Scared Darkhun!
"Is looking for white flower. Smell good. Make home pretty!" it snuffled loudly for emphasis, "Little boy said he knew the perfect flower for Darkhun. Had black hair? Was small! Dirty! Had other little friend?"