I've never signed anything like that before. [ The modern world continues to be a magnificently confusing place. ] If I admit what I have done to a large group of people, isn't that enough? Do I really have to write it down? [ But he supposes that if this person is not willing to write down what he's "done," the people cannot feel like they've done what is "right." His tail gives another flick. That's really confusing to him. No one is right in these sort of things, right? No, not at all. So a person just needs to live with what they've done. On both sides.

Crouching down, he rests his elbows on his legs and holds his head as he looks him over. ]

That sounds really complicated. [ His ears fan out as they start flapping at the compliment. This is the sort of compliment that he can accept -- saying that the item he gave is beautiful or worth having rather than thanking him in particular. Yes, yes, Katurian would have found the shells all on his own, probably! ] You're most welcome to them.

[ A pause as he looks over his claws. They've gotten a little long. He frowns a little as grabbing onto someone is tough that way, isn't it? Even though Shootie asked him not to and to go to someone who could properly trim them, he can't really leave this person like this while he does it, right? Right. Reaching, he grabs onto his claws -- cutting deep into his hand before snapping-ripping them off. It gouges the inside of his palm and almost cuts his fingers off but at least one hand is free to help.

He reaches out to grab onto Katurian's arm to carefully haul him up. ] Upsie daisies, as they say!