Miguel's experience of the whole thing was mostly: having his peace and quiet interrupted by scurrying footsteps in the hallway. He decides to ignore this at first (their sleeping quarters were all packed enough to rarely make it completely silent).
Then, the footsteps stopping at his door, leaving him guessing who the hell was hovering outside. It was a little too heavy to be Puss or an elf (the total lack of jingling also nixed this) yet too small to be any of the human-sized individuals running around. All trains of thought that were taking away from the original purpose of him setting things up here, in private and away from distractions.
And then comes the SQUEAK of wood that may as well have been blasted right next to his ear with the way his shoulders jerk and talons flick out. The peaceful moment earlier? Very firmly blown out like a candlelight.
"Do you need something?" he snaps back over his shoulder. He... dislikes that this is his immediate reaction while trying to celebrate someone much kinder than he was. But all he wanted was one night without something stupid happening at his doorstep, damnit.
The narrow glare widens somewhat when he realizes he's looking at Branch, only several hundred times larger. This ridiculous new development does nothing to cool down the burning irritation in his chest. But it doesn't seem to escalate things either, so maybe something can be salvaged..
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Then, the footsteps stopping at his door, leaving him guessing who the hell was hovering outside. It was a little too heavy to be Puss or an elf (the total lack of jingling also nixed this) yet too small to be any of the human-sized individuals running around. All trains of thought that were taking away from the original purpose of him setting things up here, in private and away from distractions.
And then comes the SQUEAK of wood that may as well have been blasted right next to his ear with the way his shoulders jerk and talons flick out. The peaceful moment earlier? Very firmly blown out like a candlelight.
"Do you need something?" he snaps back over his shoulder. He... dislikes that this is his immediate reaction while trying to celebrate someone much kinder than he was. But all he wanted was one night without something stupid happening at his doorstep, damnit.
The narrow glare widens somewhat when he realizes he's looking at Branch, only several hundred times larger. This ridiculous new development does nothing to cool down the burning irritation in his chest. But it doesn't seem to escalate things either, so maybe something can be salvaged..