Despite the laughter, Garrot is still pretty stressed out and exhausted. So when he hears someone raise their voice at him, his body whirls around and he's locked onto the source. His fangs are bared, and he's glaring; reacting instead of observing.
"You wanna go?!" It's not until he snarls out the words that he realizes who he's dealing with. Matilda. The hand holding the phone drops to his side as he gasps. The woman on the other end is shouting, clearly displeased. "DAD, what the fuck?!" He does not register her words consciously.
Garrot sees the phone, remembers what she said about her family. And he worries. "M-Matilda! Are... are you okay?" Physically? Emotionally? Personally? His question was almost whispered, and his wide eyes and loosening of his stance makes him look about to snatch her up into a hug.
It sounds like the woman on the phone didn't pick up on the change, because now she's shouting. "Dad I swear, if you look, smell, and act like a stray dog we're sending you to the pound!" Garrot does notice that one, but he keeps the phone at his side and just... smiles sheepishly at Matilda.
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"You wanna go?!" It's not until he snarls out the words that he realizes who he's dealing with. Matilda. The hand holding the phone drops to his side as he gasps. The woman on the other end is shouting, clearly displeased. "DAD, what the fuck?!" He does not register her words consciously.
Garrot sees the phone, remembers what she said about her family. And he worries. "M-Matilda! Are... are you okay?" Physically? Emotionally? Personally? His question was almost whispered, and his wide eyes and loosening of his stance makes him look about to snatch her up into a hug.
It sounds like the woman on the phone didn't pick up on the change, because now she's shouting. "Dad I swear, if you look, smell, and act like a stray dog we're sending you to the pound!" Garrot does notice that one, but he keeps the phone at his side and just... smiles sheepishly at Matilda.