[He glances up when he catches the movement of his mysterious spectator, and then jerks his head to follow his gaze when he sees who is talking to him. Or...what is talking to him? Hm. His grasp on reality is shakey some days, but he's pretty sure he's never hallucinated a talking raccoon before. Or, well, maybe he has, and he's just forgotten. He takes a moment to stare, head tilted, visible eye squinting as he processes this new development.
The moment passes, probably awkwardly, as most moments involving Krieg tend to do, and he reaches his conclusion: Eh, he's seen weirder. This little guy seems alright.]
Mnuhuhuhu...You think I'm good, you should see the Haiku Ninja!
[He turns his attention back to his recent kill, because it's still on fire, and gives it a good solid kick in the snout. Weirdly, the leaping flames covering the body seem to die down, quickly shifting from an active fire to a smouldering one.]
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The moment passes, probably awkwardly, as most moments involving Krieg tend to do, and he reaches his conclusion: Eh, he's seen weirder. This little guy seems alright.]
Mnuhuhuhu...You think I'm good, you should see the Haiku Ninja!
[He turns his attention back to his recent kill, because it's still on fire, and gives it a good solid kick in the snout. Weirdly, the leaping flames covering the body seem to die down, quickly shifting from an active fire to a smouldering one.]
Where're you from, little dude?