sputnik: — 𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑻𝑵𝑰𝑲 (ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ)
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴋᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴ ᴠᴇsʜɴʏᴀᴋᴏᴠ ([personal profile] sputnik) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2024-07-21 07:44 pm (UTC)

[ It is cold. This wooden floor is still uncomfortably cool and hard against the creature's sensitive body, a complete contrast to the consistent wet warmth that its host's internal organs offer.

But it isn't wholly unfamiliar with such spaces. Back in the facility, with its concrete walls and flooring, everything was very sterile, clean, and cold.

This is... different from that, though. The alien realises that as it crawls slowly into the living room, cautious but perfectly willing to explore. There are many more things to look at, in this place. Furniture and objects... The pair who occupy the cabin keep it clean, but there are things here that the creature can sense — particles of dust and dirt, things that belong to a space that's lived-in. It's never been in such a place before. A household.

It gives some rumbly little growling noises, not agitated, only making sounds as it continues on its journey. But... yes, it is cold in here, and it's shuddering as its movements start slowing down noticeably, as its tail winds around itself again and it peers around the darkness.
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