Seriously? Right now he'll settle for a few quiet moments' conversation with someone who doesn't look at him as if to say 'GOOD GODDAMN, THAT'S A FUCKIN HUGE BUG. PA, GET THE CYANIDE.'
There's a shuffling sound at the other side of the door, then it opens. He peers through, all eyes and snout and antennae.
"Oh! Metody! Hullo!" He opens the door the rest of the way to let Metody in. "Thank you for coming...here." As usual, it seems consonants on top of other consonants in English are not his friends at the moment. "Can I get you some--thing?"
He smiles a touch uncertainly, a bit intimidated by the over large and alien shape. "I brought food. Um. I'm not sure what you like to eat now, so there's a pretty big spread of things."
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He taps on the door, a basket over one arm, then stifles a yawn.
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There's a shuffling sound at the other side of the door, then it opens. He peers through, all eyes and snout and antennae.
"Oh! Metody! Hullo!" He opens the door the rest of the way to let Metody in. "Thank you for coming...here." As usual, it seems consonants on top of other consonants in English are not his friends at the moment. "Can I get you some--thing?"
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He smiles a touch uncertainly, a bit intimidated by the over large and alien shape. "I brought food. Um. I'm not sure what you like to eat now, so there's a pretty big spread of things."
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