[ Nicobat flits over, perching on Bricks' offered palms. This close, he can make out the little blonde crescent moon in the fur of Nico's forehead. He lifts his little bat snout, huffing out an amused sound. ]
Not at all! Becoming a bat is as easy to me as breathing!
[ That sure is a tiny, squeaky Nico voice coming out of this bat's mouth. ]
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Not at all! Becoming a bat is as easy to me as breathing!
[ That sure is a tiny, squeaky Nico voice coming out of this bat's mouth. ]