Weapon?! Weapon!? It is a FAN, you half-baked lump of DOUGH!
[ He tosses said fan down at her feet so she can inspect it herself. Indeed it's... simply a hand fan. When opened, it plays the holders current mood in music. It's a lovely little thing. The motif will be familiar to Lily: the Cacao Kingdom. He's drawn it on himself. Not as elegantly as Cacao would but.
He huffs, aggrieved, and tucks his hands into his sleeves and turns his head away. Haughty. ]
But what use of words upon a toad who croaks?
[ He is not hiding behind White Lily, even if it may LOOK like he is. That is simply absurd. She's merely in his way. ]
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[ He tosses said fan down at her feet so she can inspect it herself. Indeed it's... simply a hand fan. When opened, it plays the holders current mood in music. It's a lovely little thing. The motif will be familiar to Lily: the Cacao Kingdom. He's drawn it on himself. Not as elegantly as Cacao would but.
He huffs, aggrieved, and tucks his hands into his sleeves and turns his head away. Haughty. ]
But what use of words upon a toad who croaks?
[ He is not hiding behind White Lily, even if it may LOOK like he is. That is simply absurd. She's merely in his way. ]