[ Nanaue stops scuffing his foot and stares down at the furry beast with dark, curious eyes.
Raccoons are not really part of his natural diet, despite this one standing on two legs. ]
Live here, me! [ he answers the first question with pride, pointing to his chest. When he first arrived someone made him a kilt of leather (though he misses his golf shorts). His bare chest and face are nicked with many little scars, almost invisible except when he turns and the light hits the right way.
The second statement seems to befuddle him. ]
Taste good.
[ He has been strictly banned from eating people so far. But he hasn't given up hope! ]
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Raccoons are not really part of his natural diet, despite this one standing on two legs. ]
Live here, me! [ he answers the first question with pride, pointing to his chest. When he first arrived someone made him a kilt of leather (though he misses his golf shorts). His bare chest and face are nicked with many little scars, almost invisible except when he turns and the light hits the right way.
The second statement seems to befuddle him. ]
Taste good.
[ He has been strictly banned from eating people so far. But he hasn't given up hope! ]