Noises can be masked, but to someone like Fei, presences linger in the air like a bad smell. Sitting on the grass, his eyes are closed and his hands hover atop of an umbrella, where the shaft hides a sword that he can brandish should the stranger mean him harm.

It would make sense should that be the case. He's been swimming in blood the past few days, and there had even been a post on the network about him. Yet, the stranger is more focused on retrieving the animal that found its way to Feitan's lap.

"All your if want. I no have interest in animal."