Nanaue laughs very, very loudly at the terrified feety fish. Dumb fish! So easily scared. He doesn't chase them, though, and it's been a while since he's used one for a snack... he has pocket jerky that spawns out of his kilt pouch three times a day now, along with whatever else he's got shoved in there.
"MORE PAINT!" he declares, grabbing a brush and dipping it into the white pot offered by Michael. He removes his ghost mask with the other hand and gets back to work, although Michael's creation quickly catches him attention - along with Baby's. The little bipedal seal child hauls itself onto the table to stare down at Michael's work. It holds its fins out to him.
"LET BABY WEAR?" he interprets for his child, staring curiously at Michael.
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"MORE PAINT!" he declares, grabbing a brush and dipping it into the white pot offered by Michael. He removes his ghost mask with the other hand and gets back to work, although Michael's creation quickly catches him attention - along with Baby's. The little bipedal seal child hauls itself onto the table to stare down at Michael's work. It holds its fins out to him.
"LET BABY WEAR?" he interprets for his child, staring curiously at Michael.
Baby wants to be a shark, apparently.