Chel: Staring intensely at Koba's fur while holding on to a book tightly under his arm and nervously asks, "E-Excuse me, you're a noibat, correct?"
Koba was getting sloppy. Being with Chifuya was rusting his skills of thievery, trying to instill the benefits of "a day's worth of hard work makes a meal taste sweeter" or some other bullshit. Which was easy say when he was still a poor unemployed geezer with no resourceful jobs. Though maybe it wasn't too bad for Koba, as long as Chifuya ate Koba could just feed off him. But it was more of as a last resort; Chifuya's blood made him act weird, probably a byproduct of all of that damned liquor.
So his finickiness lead him back to his roots, which seemed to end with him being caught after swiping that apple from a vendor. "Ah--" his jaw hung frozen in complete shock at being discovered. But this kid didn't seem too upset with him, maybe he could play his cards right he could walking out this with a full stomach and no consequences. "Y-yeah I am, what about it?"
