Quill is afraid of my cousins
The first time Quill met my cousin, I had Quill on my shoulder. Dumb idea when a 12y/o kid comes in the kitchen with dyed, spikey black hair, a loud voice, and his younger brother trailing behind him dressed in a suit and tie
... the results: Quill hissing (The first time I heard him hiss), leaping over my back onto the kitchen floor and not coming out of his hiding place for ten minutes. After that, it was all peachy - not -
. Quill came out, planted himself in front of my cousin, and stared hostilely at him for the remainder of his visit. It was the funniest thing because ever since, Quill will only come over to headbutt my cousin if he's not wearing a hat or his spikey hair.