a red triangle levitates towards Chezzi with ill intent . . .
STARING. INTENTLY. he's totally not backing away. at all. nope.
β uhm?? pardon? what .. what are you- 'ey! back off, will you? only i can do that, y'know! β the sudden urge to hiss at the suspicious triangle is rising rather high. all this- ALL THIS- while he still smiles.




















