(Really late Poison thing) "YAMAMOTO-SAN! YOU'RE STILL HUMAN!" Harumunk squeaked loudly (although he probably couldn't understand her). Chattering a mile a minute about the joys and downfalls of being a chipmunk, the tiny rodent hopped onto his shoulder and licked his face happily.
"Oh?" One of the little animals running around (there seems to be a lot of them these days!) clambers up to his shoulder. Haha, how strange! Yamamoto can only laugh and try to pet the squeaking chipmunk. "What’s up, little guy?"
Harumunk nodded; well at least he got the hungry part right. Her little tail drooped as she tearfully remembered her poor cheesecake sitting untouched on the counter, simply begging for someone to come and take a bite of its rich, creamy body.
"Hm …" Yamamoto rubs his chin thoughtfully, but smiles a second later like the animal didn't just nod at him in understanding— maybe the situation is something like Jirou or Hibird. "Alright, Chipmunk-san! We can look around for something to eat. I hope you aren’t picky, haha."
