[Dylas feels guilty. He might be in a bad mood, but that's no reason for him to get distracted enough that he accidentally sends Moogles rolling away with his kicks. His ears droop and his tail tucks between his legs. He also averts his gaze as he's stared at, those judgmental eyes filling him with nervous energy that will soon result in him fidgeting.]
Huh? Are you hitting on me? I'm not the kind of sucker who falls for a line.
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[Dylas feels guilty. He might be in a bad mood, but that's no reason for him to get distracted enough that he accidentally sends Moogles rolling away with his kicks. His ears droop and his tail tucks between his legs. He also averts his gaze as he's stared at, those judgmental eyes filling him with nervous energy that will soon result in him fidgeting.]
Huh? Are you hitting on me? I'm not the kind of sucker who falls for a line.