[Peko has to bite her tongue. There's definitely a tail. There's a tail. Part of Peko would like to be confused about how Fuyuhiko could go from human to-- to dog?-- in an instant, and the other part would like to be emotional about the fact he's alive.
All of those things meet in the middle like a car crash in the pit of her stomach, knotting it up and keeping her from being able to process which reaction to have first. All she knows is the more the figure before her speaks, the more she's sure it's him, human or not.
The arm that had been holding him by the neck lowers just enough to cross his chest, but she grips him tighter to keep him in place.
Peko's never been known for her expressiveness, but it's hard to miss the way her words shake.]
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All of those things meet in the middle like a car crash in the pit of her stomach, knotting it up and keeping her from being able to process which reaction to have first. All she knows is the more the figure before her speaks, the more she's sure it's him, human or not.
The arm that had been holding him by the neck lowers just enough to cross his chest, but she grips him tighter to keep him in place.
Peko's never been known for her expressiveness, but it's hard to miss the way her words shake.]
I-- Are you-- alive?
[She manages in little more than a whisper.]