It was interesting, watching the little thing sit there. It looked exasperated, if a hedgehog could look that way. Maybe he was giving the tiny prickly animal more credit than it was due, but he knew most creatures felt emotions kinda like humans did, so why couldn't the hedgehog? "Don't you wanna come out of there, little buddy?" For a moment he considered backing away and letting him come out on its own, but then Tag shrugged the thought away and decided to just go for it. Porcupines had the quills, hedgehogs were just kinda prickly.
Reaching out, Taggart closed his fingers around the hedgehog, waiting to see if it'd bite him before pulling his hand back and letting the creature go into the rest of the room. Why he couldn't let it come out on its own? He didn't know. He was trying to be nice though. That counted, right?
Reaching out, Taggart closed his fingers around the hedgehog, waiting to see if it'd bite him before pulling his hand back and letting the creature go into the rest of the room. Why he couldn't let it come out on its own? He didn't know. He was trying to be nice though. That counted, right?