"I'm claiming that-" Arctozolt began, before their tail slapped them in the face, cutting them off mid-sentence.
"I'm saying-" The tail rose up and slapped the head again.
"I'm-" Another tail-slap.
"Will you-" And another.
"I'M VOTING FOR YOU!" Arctozolt screeched at their tail.
Tired of being continually baited with new information, Altair pounced on the mismatched creature's tail; pinning it down and digging in his talons slightly.
"Spit it out," he demanded, glaring right into the creature's eyes. "Now."
[[Don't mind him, he's just being a drama queen. But if you know something useful, Bench, it might not be the best idea to keep it to yourself.]]