Cleric releases a breath when you pull away, letting his hands slide off your shoulders and pulling them back to himself. He seems like he needed that hug more than he lets on.
Still, his attention is on you.
"Feel better, Seb?" He asks, shuffling his hands and adjusting his sleeves idly.
The Searchlights have stopped sounding, and Cleric's smile dips with worry when you don't respond. His feelers droop a little.
"Sebastian?"
[Sebastian didn't respond, staring at Cleric for a moment too long, his tail coiling over itself as he stared.]
[Snap.]
[Bubbles floated upwards as he spring forwards, biting at Clerics head, he needed the flashlight, he didn't care what he had to do to get it. Sharp clawtips dug into Clerics head and neck as he shoved them aside, digging through the other experiments backpack.]
[Bingo.]
[Sebastians claws closed around the metal, yanking it out of the backpack. Just as quickly, he started off, pausing to stare at the Cleric.]
