> I see. . .
[ He kept his guard up. Sure, they said they weren't a spy, but he couldn't really /trust/ them yet. Who knew? Maybe they were just waiting for him to let his guard down or something! He had to be ready! ]
— 𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑
> Fine, just a bit dirty.
[ Beau dusted himself off too, though less successfully. He tried to preen the soil from his feathers, staining them in the process. ]
> That's a cool-looking chest you've got there. I didn't mean to spy, I was just curious about it.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
[ The man blinked a few times before crawling out of the hole, covered in dirt from head to toe. ]
> Ugh.
> I'm gonna need a shower after this.
[ He dusted himself off, and looked back at the buck. ]
> Are you alright?
— 𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑
[ Splat. In an almost cartoonesque way, after several frantic flaps of his earfeathers, Beau fell onto his face in the luckily-soft dirt. He picked himself up again, looking rather sheepish.]
Ow...
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
[ It's too late to decide, honestly. He froze in place. ]
