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[sharpiewielder]

Heh, well... maybe I am.

[His grin broadens as he leans forward on the one arm (luckily he's as light as he his fluffy, so the laptop should take no damage) as the opposite rests on his hip, the bottom pair crossing over his stomach in defiance.]

You gonna do something about it, poochiepoo?

[youjustgot]

[Defiance?! Commands?! So it's true... Hanna really does disrespect his scythe opinions, which only riles him up further. HE'S RIGHT AND HE KNOWS HE IS!! That's what stings the most, surely his years of battling monsters and witches has to count for something. With such experience, he'd HAVE to know what works and what doesn't!!

His lip curls, barring his canine teeth.]

Oh yeah.

I'm gonna make you a chew toy.

[sharpiewielder]

H-heh. Wow-- [Oh, right... Poochie's got fangs. Just gonna slooowly take a step back, raising all four hands up in surrender.]

Wh-what big teeth you have, grandma!

[youjustgot]

[There is no time for a witty remark, Merlin leaps over his shut laptop and makes a jump for Hanna as he begins to step back. Landing on all fours in front of the buggy pooka, he actually grins.]

Run.

[Okay, maybe a tiny comment. As a treat.]

[sharpiewielder]

[/awolnation guitar riff

And then the prey-brain kicks in, reminding him that he is, in fact, a rabbit and dogs will absolutely fuck his shit up. Hanna's not gonna waste any time appealing to him though-- he remembers what happened last time he tried --so he's just gonna take this head start, fluttering backwards a few more feet before making a mad dash for the doorway.]