( this squirrel, is so cute, that furina is trying really harm not to harm it and even seeing it stretch from the branch on the tips of its toes is really stirring her heart. mentally she's requesting it let go, tugging gently with some worry, and when she thought that maybe she's able to remove herself from its clutches is as soon as a hand and voice makes themselves known from behind.

again, she screams in a higher pitch as she jumps forward, and embarrassingly it's down onto her knees because how was she to know that was going to happen. the fat squirrel is safe in arlecchino's grasp, but furina is sitting on the ground looking up with wide eyes before hands come to her cheeks to pat them gently. she needs to calm down, and if only that was possible if someone didn't give her a heart attack. )

W— Ahem! Wheeere did you come from!?

( as much as furina wants to say that normal people say "hi" or come from a direction where she can see them, she refrains from doing so as she can feel her heart thumping wildly in her chest. mismatched eyes look up to the squirrel in her hand who appears defeated, comically so which she didn't expect for it, but with a sigh. )

I was not battling a squirrel! Actually... I was... ( what's the least loser response she can give. ) ..taking it with me in case it was hungry! Food is on sale and I can spare a bit of mora.

( probably five cookies worth of mora, but is her lie working? please. she's totally not losing to a squirrel and got scared. )