What sort of big brother would I be if I did something so ridiculous as asking?

[ They're cute, honestly. They fit Joshua well. Even the duller tips. His brother is soft, it only stands to reason his changes would lend to the image. He smiles and gently pets them. From base to tip with his thumb. ]

At least it helps you get away from the Chocobo accusations. Ah, speaking of, let's not keep you waiting on your sugar beet.

[ He drops his hand and pulls away, stepping back. Trips over his own damn tail and sits down hard on the floor because of it. Also manages to jam his horns into the couch, getting them stuck in the cushions, and jam himself with one of his tail spikes in the thigh.

He sits there, eyes on the ceiling, scowling. Karma, he guesses. ]