Title: Naked in...Space? Location: Stacy; the Pod Chamber
He was...dirty.
Renne did not like being dirty, no, and he knew his own sweat wasn't enough this time. Still, the thought that came to him next was one that caused the critter's skin to flare up in bright red anger. The Humans of before. Liars.. Do not think of them. Not worth it. Five-inch ears twitched madly and while the disproportionately big eyes saw nothing of things around him, the creature...knew something. It itched, stung a little, like a telepath trying to get into a head that simply wasn't telepath-compatible. Psi-dead, very psi-dead. Then, however, his ears heard it.
And all he could do was chirp.
"Wha-t in He-ll?"
Renne still has not a clue. However, given the options available to him, the creature Tarzan-crawls carefully along the floor. Running into things is common with him and his bumblings probably don't lend to anything resembling stealth or grace. The 'shower', when he gets there, feels completely strange. But he's not complaining. His pants still cling half-fused to his skin; his pocket has everything in it and remains sealed tight. His treasures are safe. And that..."shower"....feels kind of good, if on the cold side. When presented with the strange suit, the beastie curiously wriggle-squirms himself into it, praying it can withstand and hold in the intense heat needed to survive.
Finally, when he looks probably like a tremendously comical superhero/alien spoof, the oddity bumbles, bumps and tumbles his way to find these "others".
Naked in...Space?
Location: Stacy; the Pod Chamber
He was...dirty.
Renne did not like being dirty, no, and he knew his own sweat wasn't enough this time. Still, the thought that came to him next was one that caused the critter's skin to flare up in bright red anger.
The Humans of before.
Liars.. Do not think of them. Not worth it.
Five-inch ears twitched madly and while the disproportionately big eyes saw nothing of things around him, the creature...knew something. It itched, stung a little, like a telepath trying to get into a head that simply wasn't telepath-compatible. Psi-dead, very psi-dead. Then, however, his ears heard it.
And all he could do was chirp.
"Wha-t in He-ll?"
Renne still has not a clue. However, given the options available to him, the creature Tarzan-crawls carefully along the floor. Running into things is common with him and his bumblings probably don't lend to anything resembling stealth or grace. The 'shower', when he gets there, feels completely strange. But he's not complaining. His pants still cling half-fused to his skin; his pocket has everything in it and remains sealed tight.
His treasures are safe.
And that..."shower"....feels kind of good, if on the cold side. When presented with the strange suit, the beastie curiously wriggle-squirms himself into it, praying it can withstand and hold in the intense heat needed to survive.
Finally, when he looks probably like a tremendously comical superhero/alien spoof, the oddity bumbles, bumps and tumbles his way to find these "others".