[ confetti has just successfully presented these clean, perfectly cut fish! but they’re . . . very raw again. would the titan stomach cook it to a crisp? would he get sick? most vilebloods don’t, usually, but— falco pauses when his eyes fall on the filets in the fairy’s stubby feather-hands. they’re clean of scales and sliced by someone who knew what they were doing. and he’s about to try and convey that with elaborate gestures to clear out any misunderstandings, until perle, the pygmy falcon omen on top of his head, alerts him to the second omen, and a sleeper not far behind it.
he’s suspecting the fish belong to someone, and he’s afraid of the possibility that it was stolen. without intention to “steal”, but it’s stealing nonetheless! the massive titan remains completely still while staring at the figure at the cave’s mouth. during that time, his feathers begin to stand on end. he doesn’t know what she’s going to do, but . . .
oh, boy. he’s definitely bigger than two houses stacked on each other.
the fairy seems to recognize the woman, and waves as if nothing has happened. it’s not his fault! he really thinks he’s done nothing wrong. ]
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he’s suspecting the fish belong to someone, and he’s afraid of the possibility that it was stolen. without intention to “steal”, but it’s stealing nonetheless! the massive titan remains completely still while staring at the figure at the cave’s mouth. during that time, his feathers begin to stand on end. he doesn’t know what she’s going to do, but . . .
oh, boy. he’s definitely bigger than two houses stacked on each other.
the fairy seems to recognize the woman, and waves as if nothing has happened. it’s not his fault! he really thinks he’s done nothing wrong. ]