Ifa furrowed his brows at the saurian in-front of him. Not in confusion for their injury, but in confusion for how human-like it was behaving…It was too smart, smarter than how intelligent saurians usually are. Almost like it was an indweller in disguise.

And the way Cacucu was squawking nonstop at it, saying words such as “No way, bro!” “Seriously, bro?” it was evident he too knew there was something up about this saurian. He probably even knew exactly what was wrong with the saurian.

He was then forced to fly out when said saurian had snapped at him.

Finally, Ifa let out a sigh which sounded a lot like one of amusement, “Looks like there’s something wrong with your stomach, Little Bro…I have to wiggle my fingers by it a little to check if you feel any pain if that’s alright…” He suddenly warned before—without waiting for an answer—beginning to wiggle his fingers around your stomach, somewhat tickling you.

Quickly, you yelped and turned back into your normal self, the symbol of the saurian you transformed into beside the two of you, grabbing onto Ifa’s wrists to prevent him from continuing.

Ifa snorted at the sight, holding your waist now, “Your little act was going on pretty good too…You almost had me there.” He teased, grinning at you.