Hey, woah—!
Alas. Too late. In came the little girl, right against his back. Lugh was far bigger than this little whelp; it was a simple little jostle for him. Yet, his ears pinned back from the... emotional damage of it all.
What're ye doin'?he yelped.
Ye can't be runnin' around like that if ye can't even stop yourself!He frowned.
What if I were one o' the grown-ups, huh? What if I got mad?His lips curled into a small frown. He wasn't used to chiding little children. That had never been his job.