Fate has four legs

Granger Granger considered the man in front of him for a moment longer as he skirted from one hand to the other. He'd never had such accessible options before, and to be honest, it was a little overwhelming to be faced with such kindness. Even when his parents were still alive the meals were meeker than most. More mouths to feed. At least now he only had himself to worry about. Not that the young Attuned had any interest in expressing such a fact as he stuffed more food between his cheeks. The seed of a berry catches in his throat, he'll swear on it, as he chokes at the comment regarding his height. He'd show the man. Granger has no intention of being reduced to the size of a field mouse, the fact that he primarily lived in this form notwithstanding. With a huff, he took one last mouthful before scampering down the man's, Cera's, pant leg the same way he had scampered up the first time. "'m not small! 'm a normal height for my age, Cera." Granger huffed. Though he started his sentence as a mouse at the foot of Cera's shoe, he slowly shifted to his human form. Despite being crouched as large mouse ears melted into ears still-too-large-for-his-face, it was apparent his frame was smaller than other boys his age. Though Granger was hardly ever around others to compare himself too. Standing up and brushing off the rags he called clothes, the young boy looked all too pleased with himself, 'standing up' for himself as he had. "Don't need any help from an old man like you. Besides, shouldn't you be putting more meat on yourself?" The mousy brunette reached out to pinch one of Cera's arms, notably unimpressed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his other hand, smearing dirt across his face in the process.