Action;

[Too bad he forgot that Sassacre was still sitting on his head. He probably should have worried a little before flopping back like that. There's a disgruntled as the small snake lands flat on his back and wiggles a bit, trying to roll himself over. It's hard to do that when you don't have limbs, but with the help of his wings, he manages to right himself and begins floating away towards Prick.]

[Raising his head up a bit, he turns to face the tiny snake, slightly distraught.] Oh god, Sassacre I'm so sor- [John's cut off by a whap to the cheek from the Dunsparce's drill of a tail as he passes by. He loves you, John, but that was really quite rude.] --ry. Ugh. [And laying his head back down, staring straight ahead.]