dream of flying — o, welcome party

The lion rolls his eyes at Atbash's comment, softly shaking his head. Nevertheless, a teasing smirk develops on his face, blank eyes settling on the tasmanian devil. "Well, someone has to give them a proper welcome, no?" he then turns to Natasha as she approaches. He nods his gratitude, settling down on the side-lines as his stomach starts to do flips inside his body. Hopefully he wouldn't end up vomiting during the festivities--that would do the opposite of what he was trying to do.

"Thank you. At least someone appreciates my work," he says with a playful glance in Atbash's direction. But it's all in good fun. Settling his head on his paws, he watches for any newcomers.

"SPEECH"

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