“B-BAAYAAA! I NEED YOU! HELP!”
“Young Master, what in – WHAT IN THE BLOODY BLUE BLAZES DID YOU DO?!”
“I didn’t do ANYTHING.”
“…you look a bit like one of those… Japanese anime characters now.”
“Baaya. Please. You are not helping and I specifically requested help.”
“Yes, yes, of course… We definitely don’t want your father to see.”
So much shuddering.
“…this is alarming.”
“Ah, but I never do anything without consent, anon-san… I wouldn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize the professional relationship that senpai and I share. It’s built on mutual respect and trust."
“You know as well as I do that he would never kiss me.”
And so, with a stomach full of grass, the now lion Hakuba rolled over onto his side. While the form was a marked improvement, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about his earlier dietary choices… even though it was, after all, very tender and fragrant grass.
The goat responds with the driest look imaginable.
The goat does not believe you.
Hakubaaa is glad that he can be a source of such amusement.
“Actually… well, that depends on how I end up going, I suppose. If I’m to be murdered, I definitely want it to be the sort of culprit-victim relationship where they know me, almost intimately so, and there’s a lot of tension and build up and wondering when it will happen… and when it does, it’s so personal and cruel that there is a sort of resolution and finality unparalleled…”
“But, ah, if I’m to be hit by a bus or something, let it be a surprise. That doesn’t sound terribly interesting at all.”
“Oh, you’ve GOT to be kidding me!”
“Baaa~"