[Read that as broom instead of brocon for some reason and didn't even blink. Chobe postures in a feral like manner, looking ridiculous thanks to his elaborate robe, but he's doing his best to at least appear threatening. He has absolutely no problem attacking first and asking questions later of course, but given the unfamiliar surroundings, he rather tread with a slight hint of caution.
Or at least he would, before she opens his mouth and honks that horn. He's immediately bristling all over like a stray cat and reflexively whips a vine forward, smacking at the hood of the limo, likely with just enough force to dent it.]
Stop screamin' and yappin' gibberish, or next that'll be yer head, bitch!
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Or at least he would, before she opens his mouth and honks that horn. He's immediately bristling all over like a stray cat and reflexively whips a vine forward, smacking at the hood of the limo, likely with just enough force to dent it.]
Stop screamin' and yappin' gibberish, or next that'll be yer head, bitch!
[He also still has no idea what Italian is.]