[ The way Arthur taps his little paws on him is so cute that Tenn can't help but smile softly—a small, sweet smile that he rarely ever has on his face. ]
So, you can't talk, can you?
[ He supposes magic does have its limits.
Figuring that Arthur wouldn't want to stay in this form for too long, Tenn sets him down on the grass. ]
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So, you can't talk, can you?
[ He supposes magic does have its limits.
Figuring that Arthur wouldn't want to stay in this form for too long, Tenn sets him down on the grass. ]