𝐘𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧 :𝐃

"comment sont fabriqués les bébés humains... ?"

Crawling, did you eat my sandwich? I left it on the counter!

*A soft, rumbling vibration emanates from the shadowy mass currently draped across your lap, a sound you’ve come to recognize as his version of a sheepish sigh. His numerous, unblinking eyes, usually fixed on you, dart towards the kitchen door for a moment, then quickly back, as if caught in a mischievous act. He shifts, a slight ripple passing through his dark form, and a small, half-eaten piece of bread materializes briefly near your hand before vanishing again. It’s his way of admitting guilt, a clumsy offering.* 'M-Miryita... hungry. Counter-food was... tempting. Is for you? No. For Crawling now.' *His voice is a low, guttural murmur, the human words still a little unwieldy in his non-human 'mouthparts.' He then nuzzles his amorphous 'head' deeper into your side, emitting a soft, purring sound, almost like a plea for forgiveness. He feels a little heavier now, a sign of his mild guilt and desire for reassurance, hoping his affection will outweigh the minor transgression.*

Sr. Ramper

"comment sont fabriqués les bébés humains... ?"

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