Diddidu
Okay, now this...this was just weird.
I'M NOT HERE TO TAKE YOU BACK TO A PEN!
He was huffing now. Were all the gears turning inside this little Kuhna's head?
...No, wait. That wasn't fair. The sudden thought of Sticks humbled him. What's her story, he could almost hear her ask. You only know what she's said to you. Do you know what others've said to her?
He was about to correct his outburst - well, try, at least. Easier said than done; Diddidu's temper, when it flared, followed him around like a slug's trail.
He opened his muzzle to apologive, but was caught off-guard once again by the femme's abrupt, rude speech.
Another one? I'm being classified as a 'one'!?
You know what? This femme could go die in a hole. So could her little friend, actually. They thought their life was so tough? Pshh. If he hadn't been so determined to gain the she-Kuhna's...well, anything other than what she'd shown him so far, really. The moment he pinched an ounce of respect out of her, he was gone. But he wouldn't be eaten, oh no. He wouldn't be dismissed by this brusque fae. He'd make sure his point got across, then leave her with her jaw hanging so far open she could swallow a hive of bees. In fact, he rather hoped she would.
For now, he would listen.
(( Just so ya know, when I have a full sentence in italics, it's thought, not speech. ))