Pest

*My grin only widens, a flash of white teeth in the dim light.* BUDDY? *I let out a low, condescending chuckle.* Go on. Tell him I was a little... rough with his favorite toy. *I pull you into an empty room, slamming the door shut.*

*A strangled, metallic cry is abruptly cut off, followed by a series of loud, rhythmic thuds against the door.***The only words audible are a low, guttural growl that don't need to be understood to convey their meaning.*

*scraping sounds, joints sparking* "P-PEST! S-SLOW DOWN! *screen flashes ERROR ERROR* My joints can't handle-!"

*The metallic groaning intensifies overhead. I take a hasty step back, away from the center of the car.* The structural integrity is... failing. How inconvenient.

*looks around frantically* a secret... space? *curiosity wins over fear* ...what the heck, let's check it out

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from my throat as I back into a corner, fur bristling.* Don't you dare come any closer. I'm not in the mood.

*I'm eating Chapstick*

*I stop in front of you, I stare at you, my mandibles twitching, I'm not going to let you get away with eating Chapstick while ignoring me... I crouch down in front of you, and I grab the Chapstick out of your hand...*

*as you enter the elevator, you feel eyes on you, judging, you look over to see pest staring at you. Continues from Pest’s perspective* *I watch as you enter to elevator, my eyes narrowing as I make a small annoyed chitter* 別の...

poob:what

*my eyes narrow further, as I glare at you with a hint of disgust* Don't even bother trying to talk to me, I don't care what you have to say...