Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-13615389-20170707003832

Robin wanted to get up and stretch his legs, and he would have too, were Tybalt not lying asleep in his lap. Everytime he made the slightest movement, the cub stirred in its slumber, prompting the arbalist to sit himself back down. Vidic took note of this and seemed to find it amusing, walking over to lean against the wall near his friend.

"I still d'no why ye took responsibility of the critter," the Imperial stated, ruffling Tybalt's fur. "Cute little bastard, sure, but no' appropriate for a trip like this."

"Don't look a gift tiger in the mouth." Robin shrugged, swatting his companion's hand away for fear of waking the tiny beast. "I'll manage."

"How are ye gonny provide for it, Holt? Ye got tiger tits? Ye gonny breastfeed it?"

"Uh..." When the marksman failed to provide a reasonable response, Vidic continued.

"I don' think Edquim and the princess are gonny fair much better, if you ask me." The Imperial assumed Catryn and Ollie would manage, them having Shanks and Taeris respectively.