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”!!” Snakeman hadn’t expected to be shoved back, and certainly not that roughly. Seems that he had underestimated how strong the angel could be…Then again, all he had to go off of was the fact that Pit was indeed an organic being.
Brushing himself off, Snake found some very light dents in his armor, but nothing too major. In response to Pit’s apology, he looked up. “No, I’m fine.” He said. He ignored the rest of what Pit said, not finding it worth it to respond.
"I was hoping to talk to you."
Oh, good! He was alright! The angel relaxes visibly at this, reforming the bow before stowing it away. He just hopes the robot hadn't taken offense; After all, he was enlisted in a tournament for fighting, and as the head of a guard he didn't take lightly to being grabbed suddenly from behind. It was understandable. The angel's goofy smile soon returns to his face as he tilts his head at the robot's next words.
"You wanted to talk? Sure, we can talk! What about?" He'd invite him into the room he and Dark Pit were sharing, but he wasn't sure if his twin would appreciate that much. Instead, he simply leans against the wall, wings giving a lazy flap before settling down.