[Sakuya's claws scrabble for purchase on the wood-planked floor and he has to flap his wings, enormous in the confined space, to keep from toppling over as the little building moves under him. He manages, but it's not dignified.]
Hrmph. That was uncalled for, you wretched construct!
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Hrmph. That was uncalled for, you wretched construct!
[he stamps a foot on the floor, noisily.]
What a ridiculous situation to be in...