You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

Sakana wasn't much of a fighter, but at the familiar call of Fish boy, he smirks, lowers his head and meets the charge head on. Although Erik is shorter (now), he has more weight behind him than Sakana remembers, and he cedes ground without meaning to. Teeth flash and aim to take hold of a shoulder, back behind the crystal spikes that grate against his own throat as their bodies collide. He almost loses his grip at Wake's complaints of him getting the cute one and holds onto it to use against the fire pelted man later. It had been a while since he'd come to the mountain, perhaps too long, but he always received such a warm welcome when he did.

“Speech”