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[noasark]

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[noasark]

[Why indeed. There is a tangly lump...somewhere. In here.]

I'm stuck..!

[Whoops.]

[cratecrasher]

[He is still not awake enough to precisely pinpoint where Noa's voice came from, but Crash hopes the cat isn't dangling off an edge within wherever the tangle of blankets is. But for as long as the manticore is vocally complaining about the aforementioned predicament, the pig carefully locates the cat burrito eventually.

And after unwrapping the purrito, into his arms Noa goes for a much more impromptu moment of 'smothering' from the former bandicoot as if he really was handling a normal housecat instead of a travel-sized monster.]

Silly cat friend.

[Pat pat on the head. And then Crash allows Noa down from his embrace with a chuckle.]

[noasark]

Mrnpff. It's not silly. Your stunning growth of quills is a terror to behold, obviously.

[Oh Obviously, silly kitty.]

[cratecrasher]

[Crash tilted his head at first, clearly attempting to parse what Noa was talking about. But luckily, something in his brain comprehended enough that he instinctively brushed his fingers through the rough yet filled-out fur on his face.]

Hm? ... Hm.

[The pig is mildly surprised yet also clearly satisfied by this development.]

[noasark]

Hmn, indeed. Anything else that hasn't come in yet?

[cratecrasher]

[To that, Crash shook his head. Back to full minotaur status! And then the pig peered toward the entrance to the sleep cave, gears spinning in his head of consideration, before moving to climb out.

Because he thinks he's had enough sleep. Crash will poke his head back up to see in curiosity if Noa felt the same or not.]

[noasark]

[Well. Probably not, cats never feel that's the case, but he also wants to be a decent host so.

A yawn, a stretch, and he's coming outside-] Hmrmnnnn....I suppose you might need a snack now?

[cratecrasher]

[Aha. There's the magic word. Food.]

I brought a drink too.

[noasark]

Hmmmm, did you?

[He thought so, but he was also fairly groggy at the time.]