[Jose yawns deliberately and pointedly, as if to say he's wasting away here while the humans make up their minds. Varley nudges the identical blue box she pilfered from Felix's bag over toward Seteth with her nose, since of all of them, he's the only one with digits that could easily open it.
It's just when Seteth picks up the box that the door opens and his eyes go wide. Not knowing what else to do, he clutches the box in his talons and dashes over to duck under the desk. It is not subtle, nor does the desk actually hide him in the least.]
That is not how muscles work, Sylvain, and you know it--
[Felix's words die on his tongue when he sees Inda and the box. He doesn't notice the Hawlucha under the desk before he glances at Sylvain with poorly disguised panic and then rushes over to crouch in front of the fruit baby and hold out his hand, trying to put himself between her and Sylvain as much as possible to hide what she has.
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It's just when Seteth picks up the box that the door opens and his eyes go wide. Not knowing what else to do, he clutches the box in his talons and dashes over to duck under the desk. It is not subtle, nor does the desk actually hide him in the least.]
That is not how muscles work, Sylvain, and you know it--
[Felix's words die on his tongue when he sees Inda and the box. He doesn't notice the Hawlucha under the desk before he glances at Sylvain with poorly disguised panic and then rushes over to crouch in front of the fruit baby and hold out his hand, trying to put himself between her and Sylvain as much as possible to hide what she has.
Hey. Inda. Give that to me. Please?