His demeanor was frozen from utter confusion.
What a title… Mr. Big Glove.
Indeed, that described him perfectly, but there was something strange about it. For a moment, he began to settle on the idea that it was the ‘Mister’ portion of it.
❝I only seek to know how you don’t accidentally hit each other when you fight.❞
Popo’s mouth turned into an “o” in thought and brought a mitten to his mouth, and Nana mimicked his movement just a touch out of sync. They both seemed to come to their conclusion as they both popped up with a hop, again Nana just being a touch slower than her....companion.
“I suppose!” Popo started. “We just....hm... I guess we’re just extra-super careful not to hurt each other!”
“I have gotten donked in the head a couple of times because Popo was being rash!” Nana said, rubbing her head as if she could still feel the pain. “It was painful!”









