[Centipeedle was never trained in the combative Art of Dancing so when she’s compelled to dance towards this vehicle she doesn’t really think anything of it just because...hypnotic beats and all. But when boarding the bus, this small cyclopean insect alien creature with wild white hair makes a startled noise.
There’s so many different people...she wasn’t even sure she could even call some of these folks people. It already puts her on the defensive, getting her to settle on all fours like a four-legged centipede.
This is not good protocol for taking a crew! She tries to signal to whomever is driving through hoarse garbled hissing and coking noises.
But if she can’t get the pilot’s attention, she’ll have to stress eat and concoct a plan off this craft...by eating and chowing down on a drink whole. Not even gonna open it.]
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There’s so many different people...she wasn’t even sure she could even call some of these folks people. It already puts her on the defensive, getting her to settle on all fours like a four-legged centipede.
This is not good protocol for taking a crew! She tries to signal to whomever is driving through hoarse garbled hissing and coking noises.
But if she can’t get the pilot’s attention, she’ll have to stress eat and concoct a plan off this craft...by eating and chowing down on a drink whole. Not even gonna open it.]