Kuromaru stepped away just as Tsume side-stepped, putting extra space between the crutches and Ginta. "You don't say?" Tsume drawled, heading for the stairs down off the stage. "You can have them back when we get out of here."

Kuromaru broke into a trot after her, careful to stay smooth so Ginta didn't topple, but trying to make the boa sparkle, too. It was a lovely boa. So lovely, he was willing to forgive Ginta calling him a person. Geez, Ginta was moon-blind. Maybe it was because he needed dicks.

The crowd shoved back as he went down the stairs, giving all three of them room. He wagged cheerfully, turning briefly to glance at Hedda. "I'm going to take Ginta home now, but I'll come back some other time! I like your clothes!"

"You're not coming back," Tsume growled under her breath.

"Of course I am. They gave me beer, and Hedda is my friend. He wears such pretty things." Kuromaru arched his head to look down at his boa. Hedda definitely knew how to dress. "Ginta's not bad, either. Ginta! Next time maybe you can wear my boa. Then you wouldn't have to give up your pants!"