Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Mystal frowns at the lack of agreement and headlong rush into the unknown. His short stature would prevent him from keeping up, but he can at least somewhat reduce the distance. He flickers into the shadows and steps out right atop of Shakou, grabbing her fur with one arm and legs.
"Hello Tigress, care for a ride?" - he grins, but is ready to let go if she indicates disagreement.
"Hello Tigress, care for a ride?" - he grins, but is ready to let go if she indicates disagreement.