[If Till could at all have his way, he'd just...lay at the bottom of this hill and wallow in his misery for the rest of the day. Trying to shift back to normal isn't going to be a possibility, and this form is barely tolerable as it is...yet, it's more tolerable than many of the other things he turned into during that temper tantrum. Figures.
Now, he's tired, spent, and just...wondering if maybe he can sleep his way through this until things go back to "normal" again. That's how it happens in this place, right?
Except...he hears a soft voice he doesn't recognize, prompting him to peel one eye open, ears flicking as he catches sight of Pavlova standing in front of him. If he were any less worn out, he'd bark at him to get lost, but...he can also tell he's younger than him, so maybe that's enough of a reason for Till to try to keep his anger in check, if only barely.]
...No.
[He mutters as he turns away, laying his head on his paws. So you know, honest...at least? But not entirely helpful.]
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Now, he's tired, spent, and just...wondering if maybe he can sleep his way through this until things go back to "normal" again. That's how it happens in this place, right?
Except...he hears a soft voice he doesn't recognize, prompting him to peel one eye open, ears flicking as he catches sight of Pavlova standing in front of him. If he were any less worn out, he'd bark at him to get lost, but...he can also tell he's younger than him, so maybe that's enough of a reason for Till to try to keep his anger in check, if only barely.]
...No.
[He mutters as he turns away, laying his head on his paws. So you know, honest...at least? But not entirely helpful.]