[ Squalo can't help but laugh at the spectacle, but at least he's being useful and shoving the dragons in the basket as quickly as Feitan is shoving them at him. He's... not really mindful of giving them enough space or whatever, but he doesn't plan to keep them in the confinement for long. ]
I don't know. [ He leans over a bit to give an exaggerated sniff to the top of Feitan's head, as if the dragons were attracted by his scent. He doesn't pick up anything unusual save for probably the lingering stench of blood, but that's ought to be ingrained in them both, and Squalo's not having that sort of problem. For now. ] Could it be something you ate recently?
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I don't know. [ He leans over a bit to give an exaggerated sniff to the top of Feitan's head, as if the dragons were attracted by his scent. He doesn't pick up anything unusual save for probably the lingering stench of blood, but that's ought to be ingrained in them both, and Squalo's not having that sort of problem. For now. ] Could it be something you ate recently?