[Is Doppio more comfortable politely asking Risotto not to hurt Cristina, or is he just relieved to be able to breathe again and celebrating by doing one of the many things that oxygen allows one to do, such as Speaking? It's mostly the latter, actually, but it wouldn't be fair to completely discount the former.
His relief is short-lived, though, because then Risotto is throwing Cristina right back at him, and sure, she won't hurt him, but she certainly is impairing his vision. Significantly, what with her little feet scrambling to climb to the top of his head and lightly (harmlessly, he may notice later) scratching his eyelids in the process.]
Cri-- Hey, hey, come on, turn around!
[SHE'S TRYING, okay. Her fur bristles as she chirps irritably, and the way the light reflects off of it almost makes it look like it's turning a different colour.]
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[Is Doppio more comfortable politely asking Risotto not to hurt Cristina, or is he just relieved to be able to breathe again and celebrating by doing one of the many things that oxygen allows one to do, such as Speaking? It's mostly the latter, actually, but it wouldn't be fair to completely discount the former.
His relief is short-lived, though, because then Risotto is throwing Cristina right back at him, and sure, she won't hurt him, but she certainly is impairing his vision. Significantly, what with her little feet scrambling to climb to the top of his head and lightly (harmlessly, he may notice later) scratching his eyelids in the process.]
Cri-- Hey, hey, come on, turn around!
[SHE'S TRYING, okay. Her fur bristles as she chirps irritably, and the way the light reflects off of it almost makes it look like it's turning a different colour.]