★ @insepairable asked: "Funny, how the scratchin' post becomes a cat himself. How's it feel, walkin' stick?" Of course Kazooie has to provide her commentary! It wouldn't be the same otherwise. She's perched on top of the werebear's shoulder, who could only watch this unfold, mostly. It might have just been imagination, but Banjo might have rolled his eyes a bit.
❝ wait— again? seriously? ❞ as much as he adores kazooie’s quips and fire, the werebear experience was terrible for banjo last time, and he isn’t about to think it otherwise this time. his ears fold backwards with dissatisfaction, and he crawls over to banjo’s hind paw... to sit right on it. one paw, claws retracted, gently taps at his shin. geno’s eyes, normally not nearly as sad-looking without the power of the super bell, peer up at them sympathetically.
❝ i’m feline—... feeling fine, but i can’t say the same for our bear buddy, ❞ he answers. ❝ you okay, big guy? not in too much pain this time, i hope? ❞ cat instinct kicking in hard, he sniffs his leg up and down, as if trying to detect... something.
