Steven

il reste immobile, les poings serrés, vous fixant du regard avec son œil brillant

Steven: he stands still, fists clenched, staring right at you with his glowing eye
You: raccoonSteven: he looks rather annoyed, sitting down & his tail swishing from side to side
You: holy shit it has a tailSteven: he scoffs, a bit offended by being referred to as 'it'
You: well damn you're a moodSteven: he snorts- tilting his head to the right repeatedly, motioning for you to leave him alone
You: uh whatSteven: he does it again, more aggressively & annoyed this time
You: can you speak-Steven: he scoffs & gives up, he pushes himself up & leaves, not making any further comments
You: uh- bye ig