[ The communicator held very little interest for Jerry. It was maddening enough to be stuck in such a human form, which he'd attempted to clothe as close to comfort as he could. But wearing the skins of what he should appear as provided little comfort.
He'd been resting after the previous night's adventures. Curled up on the exposed dirt in his cabin, when he heard the girl's voice from the abandoned device. One eye peeled open, before he moved over to it. Sniffing at it. He knew that face. He knew where she could be found. His stomach growled.
Alternating between twos and fours and ran to the room. Slowing to a stalking gait as he approached the door. A familiar door. Crouching, he dragged wicked, dark claws down it's surface. His voice even rougher and rhaspier than it had once been. ]
[Spam][Second Day]
He'd been resting after the previous night's adventures. Curled up on the exposed dirt in his cabin, when he heard the girl's voice from the abandoned device. One eye peeled open, before he moved over to it. Sniffing at it. He knew that face. He knew where she could be found. His stomach growled.
Alternating between twos and fours and ran to the room. Slowing to a stalking gait as he approached the door. A familiar door. Crouching, he dragged wicked, dark claws down it's surface. His voice even rougher and rhaspier than it had once been. ]
Little girl, little girl. Let me in.