Maxie turned to face him, her eyes empty and expressionless. Then they narrowed, changing so rapidly, suddenly filled with hate and loathing for this stupid, stuttering teenager that stood infront of her. She gritted her teeth, revealing strangely sharp, curled inscisors. Then she dragged her eyes away, and swallowed. "Keep your nose out where it doesn't belong, boy."
Fang glanced up at her. He poked her with his wing tip. {Calm down, stop stressing.} he urged her, sounding strangely whispy. Her frown deepened, and Fang took this as his cue to flutter to Maxie shoulder and nuzzle against her neck again. She smiled, stroking his ears lightly.
Fang turned to answer the Ralts. {I've met lots! Lots of zubats, and grimers, and nidorans, and venomoths... they're pretty... I met a muk, too, it was scary. I hope Messy doesn't evovle...} He waved his wings in a distracting manner. Sure enough, Maxie seemed to untense; without realising it, she had balled her hands into fits.
{ooc| Nothing's wrong with 'mom', but it seems weird to me. So does 'color', 'center', and all those other spellings...
I love describing Fang. Bats are one of my favourite animals. They are so clever and pretty!}