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03-31-2015, 02:28 PM
His eyes lit up with surprise and some distant sort of approval as she confirmed (the sarcasm lost on him) that some of her relatives had gone up in smoke. ”Eh-hee! Maybe she should have Cesar’s colors, and Cesar have hers,” he tittered, making note of the contrasting color schemes that they each had. He certainly liked warmth much better than cold. He thought about plucking out eyeballs – a short-lived musing that fluttered by like a butterfly. She would also confirm his mental image for him. The picture in his mind was exactly the same as her, but even a little bigger with a manly angry frown, and pig tusks. Thinking about pigs and their tusks made him a bit hungry, and he frowned.
As his company spoke again, the little monster would cock his head interestedly to the side, blinking. ”Hmmm, but a pig would taste good,” he mused aloud, wistfully. Just then, another chilly blast of air hit his face and he shrunk inward some. ”Eugh,” he grumbled. He squinted his dry eyes, and searched around the metallic landscape until he found what appeared to be another opening. It went down. He sniffed, and perked a little. ”It’s cold!” he noted again. ”Cesar’s going down!” another merry chime before he pranced over towards the break in the ship. Closer inspection revealed a whole interior, accessible by the particular hole. It was sure to be warmer in there.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.