Right then, there are either too many things to think about, or there is something about the topic itself that does it, but Phalanx trips up a little.
"Ticklish. Ticklish..."
They're thinking about the question, but an answer isn't happening, and they move around in the tub while they work on it. The water and blanket slosh while the creature rearranges, until they're finally sitting on their feet. It's probably more of an unconscious response to the word 'feet' being mentioned than it is a protective measure, but it's still going to make things more inconvenient.
And at the same time, at least half of whatever constitutes as Phalanx's mind is still hooked back on the story.
"What about the bird?" Phalanx manages to ask, but immediately realizes the error they've made with one of the words. The mistake makes them frown, and they try again, but the result doesn't sound easy. "Bird. B--ird. ...Bir--bat. The bat."
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"Ticklish. Ticklish..."
They're thinking about the question, but an answer isn't happening, and they move around in the tub while they work on it. The water and blanket slosh while the creature rearranges, until they're finally sitting on their feet. It's probably more of an unconscious response to the word 'feet' being mentioned than it is a protective measure, but it's still going to make things more inconvenient.
And at the same time, at least half of whatever constitutes as Phalanx's mind is still hooked back on the story.
"What about the bird?" Phalanx manages to ask, but immediately realizes the error they've made with one of the words. The mistake makes them frown, and they try again, but the result doesn't sound easy. "Bird. B--ird. ...Bir--bat. The bat."