Keepa's ears drooped from the disapproval of his inquisitive nature. Having never really been away from the tribe's station other than to roam the surface, he couldn't really help his curiosity of Apelesshar culture; he often didn't get to see much of them before they were killed, served for dinner or ran off the way they came. [b]"<Ehrm, my apologies, sir>"[/b] Keepa muttered, taking his hands out of the pockets of his short coat.
The proposal to 'show him off' almost made him stop, empathizing that the discount was a five-finger one of sorts, with himself as a distraction. Still, he didn't know how to take the 'showing off' part, receding a bit into his coat and scarf to hide his expression before Ashiek tugged on one of his ears which flicked in his fingers.
[b]"<P-please don't>"[/b] Chirped the bunny, tail fluttering lightly as they pulled their scarf up over their nose, a hint of a blush teasing over the edges of the fabric.

The sound of the intercom came as a surprise, but Keepa did his best not to jump. [b]"<Yeah, its not our fight, anyway>"[/b] He agreed, noticing he had still instinctively rested a hand on his shortsword in his coat which he tried super hard to pretend he was only crossing his arms.