[On one hand, Komasan would love to calm down. Being scared is no fun and he apparently gets food if he behaves. On the other, he's more than aware that everything is wrong right now and he has every reason to be concerned.
Worry once again sets in as he grabs his head, trying to straighten his thoughts. It was hard to explain in words just how messed up every little detail liked to throw him off. To having too many fingers on his hands, or the way his hair felt different than fur. Even if he could find his mother again, how would she even recognize him?! Where is she?]
Yeah, it's...it's good, zura... [And yet his manners won't allow him to leave Chihiro's questioning hanging.] ....Thank you, zura...
[He doesn't even know this person's name, let alone who they are. How do you explain you're a dog?]
...I need to find my Ma, zura.
[Might as well try again, it's the only thing he knows how to do.]
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Worry once again sets in as he grabs his head, trying to straighten his thoughts. It was hard to explain in words just how messed up every little detail liked to throw him off. To having too many fingers on his hands, or the way his hair felt different than fur. Even if he could find his mother again, how would she even recognize him?! Where is she?]
Yeah, it's...it's good, zura... [And yet his manners won't allow him to leave Chihiro's questioning hanging.] ....Thank you, zura...
[He doesn't even know this person's name, let alone who they are. How do you explain you're a dog?]
...I need to find my Ma, zura.
[Might as well try again, it's the only thing he knows how to do.]