[Excuse Rhus, he doesn't quite believe that declaration. Because there's something happening here that he doesn't like, and given this is his plot, his building, he's being very much like a traditional Miqo'te right about now-- territorial. He hops down the two storeys of his building and lands on the ground heavily. Not quite what he'd like, when he feels far more like a Hyur with fluffy ears and a tail, but at least he doesn't botch the drop and hurt himself. That's always a blow to his pride, more than anything.
Then he shakes his tail as he straightens up, shaking off any dust.]
Is there anyone else around then? Because I would like a good, long talk with whoever is ruining my perfect weather.
[If one's definition of "perfect" could be considered "rainy and borderline stormy".]
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Then he shakes his tail as he straightens up, shaking off any dust.]
Is there anyone else around then? Because I would like a good, long talk with whoever is ruining my perfect weather.
[If one's definition of "perfect" could be considered "rainy and borderline stormy".]