[Finally, something that'll taste great slow-roasted over a fire with a light sprinkling of herbs!
...wait, did the fluffy critter just talk? That gives Archer pause, if only for a moment. As Ciel had already noticed, he was quite good at suspending his sense of realism; survival called for such a skill sometimes, after all. So soon enough, Archer drops nimbly out of the nearest tree in front of Mamizou, cocking his head to the side in obvious interest rather than confusion as he eases upright.]
I'd say you'd count, furball. Unless you're more fluff than meat, that is.
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...wait, did the fluffy critter just talk? That gives Archer pause, if only for a moment. As Ciel had already noticed, he was quite good at suspending his sense of realism; survival called for such a skill sometimes, after all. So soon enough, Archer drops nimbly out of the nearest tree in front of Mamizou, cocking his head to the side in obvious interest rather than confusion as he eases upright.]
I'd say you'd count, furball. Unless you're more fluff than meat, that is.