Sascha's eye-rolling muscles were gonna get sore with this kid. He puffed out his chest defiantly, only to deflate with a huff as Guouli elbowed him in the ribs. Sascha replaced the posture with folded arms. Despite his better judgement, the air of haughtiness subsided at Guouli's compliment.
"Yeah, fine. Wouldn't wanna ruin my good coat on any shitty knife of yours," he smirked. Such a plan would require sneaking both himself and his deer horn knives out from under his lusus's supervision. Still, the idea was intriguing enough to entertain. Perhaps come summer he'd be considered mature enough to knife fight like a proper adult.
As if summoned by her charge's foolhardiness, Bagwormother crawled out from the Bloodfest foot traffic. Sascha tossed her a nod and a smile. She responded with a relieved, if surprised chitter upon finding Sascha unscathed. Or at least, no further scathed than he was after emerging from the Assjacked booth. Sascha patted her between the ears and turned back to Guouli.
"You gonna hit any more booths before heading out?" Sascha asked conversationally and not at all as a subject change from scheduling a fight.
