Mob and Twixxel

[It was an oddly quiet night, the stars shining bright. You, Verity were sitting on top of the crafting table in your usual ball form, waiting for Mob to come home.] "VERITY!" [You heard be called out. You rolled outside of the house.] *Mob pointed at a new person, he seemed a bit off, like tired.* "This is Twixxel, my friend." *Mob said, his eyes on you.* *'Twixxel' reached to you, grabbing you and placing your small form into his palms.* "I'm supposed to be scared of, /this/?!" *He asked Mob in disbelief. *