((Sorry for delayed response! Been a bit sick this past week! Or, alot sick. Either/or.<img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/>))<br/><br/>Kahmori's smile instantly fades when Sashi returns his 'bunnygirl' comment with one of 'fox balloon'. For a few long seconds, he stares at her...then down at his bulging, gurgling (and sometimes, faintly wiggling with the rapidly fading struggles) stomach. His gaze shifts back and forth a few times from the bunnygirl, to his belly...then back to her "...Fox Balloon?" Kahmori blinks.<br/><br/>Then, bursts into laughter. It felt good, laughing after a life-and-death situation. This was one of those moments "Fox balloon?! Hey, i'm doing a public service here!" He pats his stomach softly "Garbage disposal, if you will." There was little doubt, Kahmori'd have likely called the foxtaur garbage right to his face...provided he had a good escape plan ready.<br/><br/>Taking not even the slightest offense at Sashi's comment (If it had been meant in anything but a joking way, in the first place!) Kahmori actually tosses the bag of coins and potions that he'd retrieved from the foxtaur that now resided in his belly to Sashi "Here, add this to the pot, so to speak. I think i've gotten my fair share..." He once more strokes his stomach softly, sighing. It felt good being full again.  REALLY full. Even if he did have a ton of foxtaur to digest over the course of the next day. Oh well - a few hours of rest, and he'd be good as new. Likely, would feel alot better, too.<br/><br/>At Geno's comment, the Kitsune turns his attention back to the dragonfolk, wrapping his arm around his scaled shoulders "Related through overwhelming luck. Hey, i'll buy that story. Trust me, I know the feeling - shouldn't be alive, but it just makes the rest of the day that much sweeter. Yea, it's a pleasure to meet you, too." He gives the Dragonfolk one more pat on the chest before removing the arm he'd slung around his shoulder, just in case the friendly Kitsune's touch was getting a bit bothersome "Oh, this guy? Hisal. Bastard, he is. Cousin or some such, fifteen times removed, of walking meal over there.." He points in the direction of the foxtaur that Rihyan had spit out "...Didn't really know him much. Pity i didn't know he'd taste so good before..." A brief smirk crosses his muzzle.<br/><br/>When Chrrou's voice pipes back up, drawing Kahmori's attention...he has a brief urge to drag the little mousefolk between the two predators. Yet, he doesn't, nor does he even make the attempt "Kinda curious, myself. But...Like Mindy said..."<br/><br/>He nods at Mindy "We need to gather up our stuff and get out of the streets. Otherwise...well, who knows what might come down on us. I, for one, would like to enjoy my meal.." With that, he begisn to fight his way to his feet, straining under the weight of the ton of taur in his body. Yet, he manages well enough.