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[Shion is sitting on the floor of the Plane, chin on his hand as he watches a tiger cub batting around the pieces of the egg it's just hatched from]

Are you suppose to be this energetic this soon?

[As if in answer to that, the cub pauses for a moment eyes fixed on Shion then it pounces on his free arm, growling playful.] You are very fortunate I am wearing my Cloth, or that would not be amusing.