[i][/i][center][h3]Itsy[/h3][/center]
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Titles:
Beastkin - Mundane, Small (4ft) - 6ecff6

The way the moose woman, Moo, spoke made Itsy's eyebrows knit together as he tried his darnest to catch what she said. [color=6ecff6]"Hit and hit hard..."[/color] The small beastkin repeated to himself. [color=6ecff6]"B-but if you grab them like that... you will be smelling of dead people..."[/color] The swordsman's long snout would tilt to the left and then to the right, the very idea of reeking of corpses not entertaining him in the slightest. [color=6ecff6]"M-maybe the cold don't make them too smelly..."[/color] He could only hope.

Then there was apparently some confusion about names: Yun-me, Yummy; one that he rather not be a participant of. Instead, his beady eyes would drift towards Yukan, his gaze appraisingly. [color=6ecff6]"Fire attacks... is there fire coatings we can perhaps use...?"[/color] He let the question linger, as he walked towards the mess hall with tiny steps, each accompanied by the clicking of his heels against the floor.

In there, he sat wherever a seat was available, not minding too much. From the pouch slung over his neck, he produced a rather sizable block of CHEESE. And, bringing it to his mouth, Itsy began gnawing on it at lightning speed.