"Or you're secretly just really skilled," he replies with a grin while watching the spirit now try to struggle back with both prizes under its arms.
"I'd believe it. You're fast with a knife. And no, I guess you're not much like a penguin," he continues on as his mouth just keeps on flapping more or less against his wishes. "I just thought, because they look proud and they're always well-dressed. But maybe you're more of a cat, since you do what you want and because I'd rather pet a cat than a penguin and Iiii've said too much," he realizes, mildly horrified he wasn't able to stop himself in time for that one. He slaps himself with a very belated calm and just breaks down, silently laughing in compete and utter embarrassment.
Well, whatever, fuck it. Speaking of cats, sometimes they get out of bags in the dumbest possible ways. Petting a cat doesn't even sound even a little bit cool or sexy or anything he could have gotten across, it just sounds fucking stupid, and now he's narrating all of this out loud but at least nobody can hear him say it.
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"I'd believe it. You're fast with a knife. And no, I guess you're not much like a penguin," he continues on as his mouth just keeps on flapping more or less against his wishes. "I just thought, because they look proud and they're always well-dressed. But maybe you're more of a cat, since you do what you want and because I'd rather pet a cat than a penguin and Iiii've said too much," he realizes, mildly horrified he wasn't able to stop himself in time for that one. He slaps himself with a very belated calm and just breaks down, silently laughing in compete and utter embarrassment.
Well, whatever, fuck it. Speaking of cats, sometimes they get out of bags in the dumbest possible ways. Petting a cat doesn't even sound even a little bit cool or sexy or anything he could have gotten across, it just sounds fucking stupid, and now he's narrating all of this out loud but at least nobody can hear him say it.