Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20190322134921/@comment-13488655-20190407085612

"Still sleepy...." The otter pouted as she hugged her grandfather and nuzzled him in return, familiarizing herself with his scent before relaxing in Rasuk's arms It seemed as though some parts of her instincts and actions were a bit feral. But then again, growing up in a manor where you're constantly at risk of being eaten is bound to put some animal like instincts into you.

Her attention was then turned towards the loud noises from the kitchen, lightly glancing over to see the storm of chaos with Margrit acting calmly in the center of it all. But it seemed as though the terrifying lady next to her was slowly losing her patience.

".... Please could you talk quietly? The shouting hurts my ears." Akari had to ask with a lot of restraint towards the squabbling siblings. Margrit may have been used to this but even when she wasn't a Jabbawockey leader with an iron fist, Akari would have never allowed such behaviour. If she even attempted to act like this, her grandpa would slap her head hard and force her to read the bible!