[ Why. Why this. Adra's tail lashes back and forth in agitation as he squirms away from this batting, his own ears pressed back flat on his head. So, business as usual, really. He tries to regain some sense of composure and dignity as he follows after Saber, but his hair's unkempt and his tail just won't settle down.
He stares nervously at the divide between their present tower and the next one. He's not typically afraid of heights, but ... he once had quite a few more options to handle them. In their absence, he does glance down and feel slightly unnerved. ]
You've still got it, right, Gil?
[ He makes vain efforts to smooth his hair down as he asks this. ]
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He stares nervously at the divide between their present tower and the next one. He's not typically afraid of heights, but ... he once had quite a few more options to handle them. In their absence, he does glance down and feel slightly unnerved. ]
You've still got it, right, Gil?
[ He makes vain efforts to smooth his hair down as he asks this. ]