Gods, no. I think I'd be in actual jail if they were.
[Reluctantly, Bertolt finally pries his hand from Marcel's collar to take the paper, his fingers flexing a bit to get the feeling back in them. It's easy to forget how strong of a grip he has on something when he gets worked up like that. He's careful to fold it into quarters, just to give himself something a little sturdier to hang on to - he's never been afraid of the fire his Arcanine spews, at least not anymore.]
My other one, uh... He... He's barely over a foot high.
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[Reluctantly, Bertolt finally pries his hand from Marcel's collar to take the paper, his fingers flexing a bit to get the feeling back in them. It's easy to forget how strong of a grip he has on something when he gets worked up like that. He's careful to fold it into quarters, just to give himself something a little sturdier to hang on to - he's never been afraid of the fire his Arcanine spews, at least not anymore.]
My other one, uh... He... He's barely over a foot high.