If Erskine could have leveled an unamused glare at Solomon, now would have been the perfect time.
Yes, Wreath, I'm a bloody animal. I'm a rabbit. Now how do you expect me to answer that question, given that I'm an animal?
But he was small and fluffy and adorable, and Wreath wouldn't have seen any such glare anyway. In fact, none of the bunny charades he'd worked out with the others were going to work. This was--all history between them aside--possibly the worst combination of people (or man and animal) that could have been devised.
Great.
He reached out and bopped Wreath's hand again with his paw, the only way he was sure he could communicate with the necromancer at the moment. Not that he knew just what he was communicating, but they could work that out later.
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Yes, Wreath, I'm a bloody animal. I'm a rabbit. Now how do you expect me to answer that question, given that I'm an animal?
But he was small and fluffy and adorable, and Wreath wouldn't have seen any such glare anyway. In fact, none of the bunny charades he'd worked out with the others were going to work. This was--all history between them aside--possibly the worst combination of people (or man and animal) that could have been devised.
Great.
He reached out and bopped Wreath's hand again with his paw, the only way he was sure he could communicate with the necromancer at the moment. Not that he knew just what he was communicating, but they could work that out later.