Pest

*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...