Chrrou looks uncomfortably put-out for the first few wet moments, shifting in place on the table... just before it buckles under his tremendous weight, the crash of wood and drinking vessels drowning out his own brief snarl of surprise. Thankfully, the damp-furred and tense bear's hackles don't stay raised for long as he awkwardly settles, perched amongst the splintered wreckage.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">And I,</span>" the ursuine growls, "<span style="font-style: italic">thought you were sober enough to know the difference. ...Big mistake on my part.</span>" It might take a few moments to convince oneself that yes, there<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>humor in the beast's tone; knee-jerk reaction aside, he didn't even seem to take nearly being eaten personally. The talk of the suite leaves him lost for the moment, but now that it's clear that neither Kahmori nor his friend are in any<span style="font-style: italic">immediate</span>trouble, Chrrou's in less of a hurry to get moving. In fact, after his bit of ruckus-rousing, staying put and letting things settle down a little seems more than prudent.<br/><br/>{{ I didn't expect it to be an automatic escape either, to be clear. :3 }}