[ Mouse decides straight away that he likes the way the guy snorts, or maybe it's the way his mouth goes crooked when he's amused. He gets that maybe he's laughing at him rather than with him, but that doesn't really bother Mouse because— ah, the beef jerky promised land.
One hand he keeps shoved deep into his pocket while the other one appears at the end of his sleeve like the wiggly-fingered face of an anemone peeking out from its bed of coral. Mouse seems to take his time in considering the beef jerky, as if this decision was Very Difficult and Super Important. His fingers continue to wiggle as he does so, his cheeks filling up with air and then quickly puffing it out with a silent ffffffffff. Eventually, he settles on a strip and then gives it a little tug with his fingertips.
As he pulls it from the bag, Mouse makes a sort of gross, shambly zombie noise, like the kind a really gooey space monster would make upon finding such a tasty treat.
Beef jerky freed from its plastic prison, Mouse clutches it triumphantly to his chest and then looks at the stranger, grinning dopily. ]
mind the skin! BUT FUTURE UNWANTED SPACE CUDDLES ARE A GO!
One hand he keeps shoved deep into his pocket while the other one appears at the end of his sleeve like the wiggly-fingered face of an anemone peeking out from its bed of coral. Mouse seems to take his time in considering the beef jerky, as if this decision was Very Difficult and Super Important. His fingers continue to wiggle as he does so, his cheeks filling up with air and then quickly puffing it out with a silent ffffffffff. Eventually, he settles on a strip and then gives it a little tug with his fingertips.
As he pulls it from the bag, Mouse makes a sort of gross, shambly zombie noise, like the kind a really gooey space monster would make upon finding such a tasty treat.
Beef jerky freed from its plastic prison, Mouse clutches it triumphantly to his chest and then looks at the stranger, grinning dopily. ]
Dunno. Fingers crossed.