[ the explanation... is bad? they watch him with their usual pinched and annoyed expression (it's a good thing Rutile is immune to their little defense mechanisms) and proceed to look neither convinced nor satisfied by what he says. For one thing, should they trust Figaro's magic? They suppose it's worked before, but they still don't really understand it or how it works. For another -- well. As soon as he declares his intent, their brows raise up into their sparkly hairline, and they lean back even further, looking even more affronted. ]
... What's that supposed to mean? [ a beat. ] Creep.
[ magic gloves that let him get close to them...? Ignoring how embarrassing that is, they aren't even parsing what he's trying to say. Surely he's not declaring he's about to try and, like, grab them? For some reason? Cinnabar does not like that idea, regardless of how confusing his apparent desire to do so is. ]
GRABS THEM!!!
... What's that supposed to mean? [ a beat. ] Creep.
[ magic gloves that let him get close to them...? Ignoring how embarrassing that is, they aren't even parsing what he's trying to say. Surely he's not declaring he's about to try and, like, grab them? For some reason? Cinnabar does not like that idea, regardless of how confusing his apparent desire to do so is. ]
I'm not some animal for you to pet.