Pran had not, in fact, been invited over. Scooping up what he’d brought with him, he looked at the stranger curiously. He’d been hoping to find Urianger here - the man had a way of explaining things that Pran found easy to understand - but now that he was thinking about it, Urianger said that he lived with someone else. This must be that person.
Eyes noticeably catching on what looked like a cat tail and ears, he couldn’t help but wonder if they felt like cat ears too… But he knew better than to grab at them. Even if he wanted to, his hands and mind were currently preoccupied by what he was holding.
Still crouching, he shuffled to turn around and hold out his cupped hands to the other. Slowly, he removed the top one to reveal a tiny, very colorful, and extremely poisonous looking frog.
“Frog.” He said simply, following it up with a perfect imitation of a frogs’ croak and smiling gently.
OF ALL THINGS, HE HADN’T really expected the nigh perfect imitation of the frog’s croak to come of this chance meeting, especially from the gait of what seems a smiling child. well, he’s seen and heard worse, he supposes, and yet it causes a few blinks as if to process everything entirely. ❝ Frog, eh? ❞ green eyes trail downward, looking at the frog and taking in the colors, brows furrowing only a little. stars, rather than nature, was more his study, though he could only feel an inkling of concern were he to be right.
other poisonous creatures were more known to him, though he knew the general rule of thumb was the more vivid, the more dangerous in many cases.
❝ A pet of yours? ❞ only a mild question, head tilting with a flick of an ear, scanning the area to see if there were any cases he had missed that it was from. ❝ Oi, wait. You didn’t bring that in without some kinda carrier, did ya? Don’t mind the exact sound you made of it but... ❞ the more he thought about it, the more strange it all came to be, though the smiling face seemed so carefree of it all.
