Lorcan hesitated. Talking to someone who never said anything back was just a little bit disconcerting, especially when most of their real body language was hidden behind a thick costume.
"Well, sorry about almost hitting you," he said, gathering his kite with the broken wing held carefully. "If you do like kites, you should come over when you're done being a lion, someone will probably let you fly theirs for a while if you wanted. I'll let you fly mine if I get it fixed. We're always looking for new members?"
He smiled hopefully -- mostly hoping for an indication of good will to round out the interaction.