...! I won't! I'll be good. [ He fails to keep the excitement out of his voice but contrary to the bubbly tone he doesn't bound in like a bundle of energy. He toddles in carefully, still expecting maybe a snap or two as he wanders a weaving path and sniffs the air. He's also making sure not to get too close to any of Vanitas' "things" before he ultimately settles down a couple yards or so away from the blackscale and curls his tail around his legs. ]
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