[ This is not the kind of fanclub he wanted. Or needs. It's hard to walk with the lump sum of them roiling around by his feet. So, he just starts stepping on them if they get in the way. Maybe he should care, but they're not leaving him alone, so.
So.
He grunts in response, not a clear answer one way or the other. Anything that travels in this large of a pack is an infestation. It's trouble.
In all his life he's never attracted animals. Then again he's never really been around them. Never been endearing to aliens before, either. Whatever. He just gives Wash a sour look before walking off, leaving the food court. Once out in the open he sees more of the fuzzy balls bopping around like they own the joint. A trail of them still follows behind, chittering happily. Maine gives a gesture toward a row of them sitting on a bannister, a look of pure I TOLD YOU SO, DUDE on his face.
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So.
He grunts in response, not a clear answer one way or the other. Anything that travels in this large of a pack is an infestation. It's trouble.
In all his life he's never attracted animals. Then again he's never really been around them. Never been endearing to aliens before, either. Whatever. He just gives Wash a sour look before walking off, leaving the food court. Once out in the open he sees more of the fuzzy balls bopping around like they own the joint. A trail of them still follows behind, chittering happily. Maine gives a gesture toward a row of them sitting on a bannister, a look of pure I TOLD YOU SO, DUDE on his face.
Trouble. ]