[Namazuo throws a frown over his shoulder, but his warning comes too late. The creature--which had, by the way, been perfectly content to sit there--slowly fixes its gaze on Wheatley, and lifts its head, snorting again.]
Oh, Ryujin-sama, don't mind him! He's just nervous, that's all.
[Alas, Namazuo's efforts to distract it again are in vain. It's still looking at Wheatley as it begins to shift its body, clearly intending on getting to its feet. Whether it intends to give chase and eat him or if it just wants to investigate, well... who can tell?]
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[Namazuo throws a frown over his shoulder, but his warning comes too late. The creature--which had, by the way, been perfectly content to sit there--slowly fixes its gaze on Wheatley, and lifts its head, snorting again.]
Oh, Ryujin-sama, don't mind him! He's just nervous, that's all.
[Alas, Namazuo's efforts to distract it again are in vain. It's still looking at Wheatley as it begins to shift its body, clearly intending on getting to its feet. Whether it intends to give chase and eat him or if it just wants to investigate, well... who can tell?]