[ he's doing his best to get them to go away, rubbing at the smaller, winglike protrusions on his wrist frustratingly against his side. ]

I figured being short might actually lend you a hand in it. Smaller, less likely to... snap branches apparently.

[ he looks up, the annoyed pikipek up there still giving him a harsh glare for breaking her tree. ]

--And this, h,yeah, don't mind this. It's a... defensive reaction. If I'm in actual danger they just... start growin'. I'll get'm under control.

I think I landed on more berries, I can feel something wet on my coat...

[ slammed right into a bush full of a bunch of contrasted red-and-yellow things... ]