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[ he'd argue that talking hedgehogs aren't at all commonplace where he's from, but he supposes it's a moot point when there's one that, in fact, exists right before him, so he's in no position to protest other than shrug nonchalantly. that's interesting, though- he's about the size of morgana when he's in the metaverse. not quite small enough to fit in one of his bags, but if he were to get a bigger bag-

oh, right. the hedgehog's in trouble. ]

I wouldn't call it hostage. [ he examines the grip on him. it's quite secure, and he begins looking around for tools. ] Maybe if I could find something sharp...

[ that comes with a slew of risks, but it's gotta be more comfortable than having your tail tugged on by something as scary as this, right? ]