[Basil manages to stop in his frantic flailing when he realizes he's hearing a voice he recognizes. Well, ONE of them he recognizes. The other one...is small and tiny and high pitched in his brain, and it causes him to look around bewildered until it clicks that it's the cat...thing? that talked to him.
And now that he's getting a good look at her...that is what she is. He thinks. Perfectly spherical and soft...]
W-wha...
[Basil is just going to...carefully pick her up off of him between his claws before pushing his way up through the burrow, poking his head out of the entrance with some dirt still clinging to his ears and snout.
Hi Rosso! Basil is no longer baby. He is a dragon now.]
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And now that he's getting a good look at her...that is what she is. He thinks. Perfectly spherical and soft...]
W-wha...
[Basil is just going to...carefully pick her up off of him between his claws before pushing his way up through the burrow, poking his head out of the entrance with some dirt still clinging to his ears and snout.
Hi Rosso! Basil is no longer baby. He is a dragon now.]
M-Mr. Rosso?