[ He talks to the alien, and again, by Vasiliy's perception, the alien talks back with its little grumbles and churrs. It slowly moves into the living room, investigating, but he doesn't miss the way its movements seem to slow slightly, and then... it's shuddering, like a human shivering with cold.
It winds its tail around itself—preserving heat?—and Vasiliy isn't entirely sure what the right course of action is here. Surely it will follow the heat emanating from the low fire behind the wrought iron grate of the fireplace (thankfully, the mesh is already too fine for the alien to slip through even in its smallest state), but should he help it get there? Does it want him to? The fireplace is on the other side of the living room, and while the distance would be nothing for a little dog of the alien's same size, it might be more difficult for the otherworldly creature, which does, after all, move much more slowly.
...It would probably ask, like when it came to the edge of the bed, and Vasiliy is stunned anew at the fact that this creature, this gastric parasite, is intelligent enough to ask, to communicate, to come to him for help. Like only the most intelligent of dogs, or... like a fellow primate. It's a strange feeling, one that he doesn't quite know what to do with yet, so he continues to let the extraterrestrial take the lead in this exploration, standing an arm's reach away, waiting. ]
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It winds its tail around itself—preserving heat?—and Vasiliy isn't entirely sure what the right course of action is here. Surely it will follow the heat emanating from the low fire behind the wrought iron grate of the fireplace (thankfully, the mesh is already too fine for the alien to slip through even in its smallest state), but should he help it get there? Does it want him to? The fireplace is on the other side of the living room, and while the distance would be nothing for a little dog of the alien's same size, it might be more difficult for the otherworldly creature, which does, after all, move much more slowly.
...It would probably ask, like when it came to the edge of the bed, and Vasiliy is stunned anew at the fact that this creature, this gastric parasite, is intelligent enough to ask, to communicate, to come to him for help. Like only the most intelligent of dogs, or... like a fellow primate. It's a strange feeling, one that he doesn't quite know what to do with yet, so he continues to let the extraterrestrial take the lead in this exploration, standing an arm's reach away, waiting. ]