Despite having been here for a little over a week, Sunday was still deeply... Uncomfortable, with the vegetation. He understood its purpose. He knew why it had grown so wild. Thinking about it in an abstract way, it made him hopeful, for a better future.
Being knee-deep in grasses and ferns and roots, just made the halovian want the safety of his room, or the comfort of another person near. Both, perhaps.
He hears a voice, not far off, and steeling himself, decides to investigate. It wouldn't be fair to leave anyone down here alone and without guidance just because he himself were uncomfortable. He happens across some sort of little creature talking to itself. It reminds him faintly of Mario.
Which then brings a thought he does not want to have or confront: Why are there multiple people on the Ship that looked like Clockie cartoon characters but slightly to the left?
"What 'guy'? I am surprised to find anyone so far into the jungle. Are you alright? Would you like assistance?"
Somebody's Footsteps
Being knee-deep in grasses and ferns and roots, just made the halovian want the safety of his room, or the comfort of another person near. Both, perhaps.
He hears a voice, not far off, and steeling himself, decides to investigate. It wouldn't be fair to leave anyone down here alone and without guidance just because he himself were uncomfortable. He happens across some sort of little creature talking to itself. It reminds him faintly of Mario.
Which then brings a thought he does not want to have or confront: Why are there multiple people on the Ship that looked like Clockie cartoon characters but slightly to the left?
"What 'guy'? I am surprised to find anyone so far into the jungle. Are you alright? Would you like assistance?"