At that question he tilted his head in a rather canine way, his rebellious fang slipping over his lower lip as he pursed them.
"Whaddya mean?--" he asked, then his obliviousness caught up with him, and he flapped a hand. "Pfft- the sickness thing? Yeah, don't worry about me. So long as you don't go breathing on me or anything, we should be okay."
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"Whaddya mean?--" he asked, then his obliviousness caught up with him, and he flapped a hand. "Pfft- the sickness thing? Yeah, don't worry about me. So long as you don't go breathing on me or anything, we should be okay."