[A familiar six foot long furscarf. She'd been left with him once, so very long ago, and he knows that form. Or at least, thinks he does. Ducking out from under Hina's head, he moves, reaching out to snatch the Furret from the air.
Not that he can hold it very well; it's far too wriggly, and he's far too short. He tightens his grip, but it just wriggles the other way.]
Hanatarou!
[Nope too wriggly too squirmy was she always like this freaking--she escapes, still heading for Nanao. Better duck, Mother!]
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Not that he can hold it very well; it's far too wriggly, and he's far too short. He tightens his grip, but it just wriggles the other way.]
Hanatarou!
[Nope too wriggly too squirmy was she always like this freaking--she escapes, still heading for Nanao. Better duck, Mother!]