Brians tail shot bolt up right behind him, rim rod strait as every bit of fur bristled. Smacking a hand up over the marks spotted across his neck (and continuing down his shoulders) the young elf flushed to the pointed tips of his ears. Letting out a nervous chuckle Bri turned his eyes to the side, gaze snapping about the surrounding room.
No, no, of course not. No. I- fell out of a tree.
Without thinking he shoved another sweet between his lips. Dusting cookie crumbs off on his sweater he discreetly tried to pull up the collar in an attempt to hide the clues to his less than innocent escapades which had taken place the previous night. And near everyone before that.