❝ Portrait of a Drop Bear ❞
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“Do—do they always have fangs like that?” He asked, glancing from the canvas she diligently worked away at to the tiny koala that clung to a high branch above their heads; munching idly on a leaf. “‘Cause I’m fairly sure they’re not supposed to have fangs, anatomically.”
The question, in some small part, gave away his reluctance at trusting any Australian wildlife’s ability to not either harm or be absolutely terrifying. Trickery, he felt, was not something above an unassuming, adorable, fuzzy marsupial. Of course, England knew that it sporting fangs was ridiculous, of that he was certain. Mostly certain, at least.
His hands burrowed into his pockets as he watched the animal snack away. It didn’t look like it was sporting a hidden set of monstrous teeth, but he could hardly be sure from this distance. Either way, he was going to keep an eye on it until she gave him a solid answer.