[ Good idea, Jinx. Sissel can't help it, something moving out of nowhere and instincts has him jerking for it to try and snatch it in his hand, fingers poised for his nails to get a hold if he can. What's it doing?
Terriermon bobs with the sudden motion from his position on Sissel's back, and clasps a paw to his mouth to keep from snickering. ]
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Terriermon bobs with the sudden motion from his position on Sissel's back, and clasps a paw to his mouth to keep from snickering. ]
Ah—!