[aa--right. the...the entrails. he forgot. Manabu laughs weakly, rubbing the back of his head. hopefully Jun doesn't run screaming, but if he hasn't by now? he likely won't.]
De-definitely not. Don't worry, Eleanor: No one's gonna mess with that stuff.
[with a twitching eyelid:] A-and if she were any bigger, she'd not fit in the door.
But--yeah. I can't think of any other heads' up...unless Vyng and his squad come back? [he blinks, looking at Michael, uncertain, before smiling back at Jun with a hapless shrug.] And if they do, they pitch a tent in the living room over there, so you won't be bothering them.
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De-definitely not. Don't worry, Eleanor: No one's gonna mess with that stuff.
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Uh. Thank... thank you.
[He clears his throat a little. Hold it together, Jun.]
You don't eat... okay. And yeah, I'm... not going to touch raw meat if it looks like something a dog would eat. Or... whatever she is, technically.
[He is not a fantasy book reader.]
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[He means like, the Ice Age. He does not explain this!]
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But--yeah. I can't think of any other heads' up...unless Vyng and his squad come back? [he blinks, looking at Michael, uncertain, before smiling back at Jun with a hapless shrug.] And if they do, they pitch a tent in the living room over there, so you won't be bothering them.
Any questions?
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[He's aware wolves used to be bigger... a long time ago. Maybe MIchael is older than he looks?]
Yes, I understand. ... Do they prefer living in a tent?
[He can't imagine why someone would, but maybe some people do.]
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[You get it!]
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Manabu. Manabu isn't weird. he's perfectly normal.
he gestures:] C'mon, let's go put your stuff upstairs.
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[He's pretty sure he gets it, yeah. Outside is very dangerous here, after all.]
[He nods at Manabu.]
All right. Um... thank you again. Both of you.
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[He's normal!]