Maybe immediately breaking into a crate of booze he’d found outside of a bandit den wasn’t the brightest of ideas (the law wouldn’t care, stealing from bandits was almost encouraged, even), but J’hasi had been in a great mood all morning, practically singing. Now with the addition of some stolen liquid encouragement, he was chirping out some tavern ditty in Dunmeris, seeming to have surprised a stranger out on the road as he staggered out from the underbrush. He purred before giving them a spontaneous hug, tail flicking behind him as he smiled.
“I like you! Yyyyyou shhmell like f’owersh’n paper…” he giggled.
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