Flying! (Karauri).
Wiping his forehead with a wet rag, the demon gnome constipates his own unwilling groan. Never did he go a moment without something obstructing his plans; be it a energetic ox halfling or a demanding, loose old crone. His shift was almost over anyway, but he answered the roar very reluctantly.
“…Tora-chan, you scared the daylights out of me!” He scolds strictly, “You’re not here to nearly destroy me with your flatulence again, are you?” He did not wish to repeat the last adventure, dangling from her maw at her mercy and from a bone shattering distance above the ground. Among the less pleasant of smells, he did not like that sound.
Of course he would be pissed off, Tiger thought, and she didn’t blame him. But still, the guilt was pretty strong. And it hurts a little knowing UG would nag her to apologize if she made something wrong and she didn’t want to, like a classic teenager would act.
Even then, UG would be proud of her if he saw her next to the little demon.
Gggrrggggg [ I.. I wanted to say “I’m sorry...”]
