"No one speaks that heavy of Oz without being in front of a camera shedding crocodile tears." She relaxed a bit when the way to run was clearer. "You try to impress."
Yep, a fake. He might be from tie me kangaroo down, but if he plastered it on any thicker he'd speak aboriginal. "A little bluff is alright, and lies of white to spare others, that's okay. But don't try so much. You might strain something."
"I suppose you can smell from honest work. Sean stinks after keeping his shape." She wrinkled her nose. "No... the gym bag and shoes that sneak stink. Back porch for them, and no sitting on the furniture until soap is smelled and not exercise. I follow the same rule." Nerves made the mouth run when the feet didn't. Silly nerves. Even though she usually chattered on, not this much.
"I'm Molly." She would usually have taken a hand for a wag, but she wouldn't get in grabbing distance when alone. Couldn't make her feet move that way. Stubborn feet. "You must start after seven morning time. I haven't seen you being Kitsune the times I come to keep flying."