And he smells like medigel. *shrugs* I suppose he could. Clean in zhe hard to reach places.
*flops over onto his stomach in Max’s hand and turns his head to chirp at Corin, stretching, and eyes drooping - this whole fiasco had tuckered him out*
Hmmm. I suppose. As long as he stops squirting water at me. -Huffs, looking back down at Mir. He looks surprised when the creature flops down, stretching out as if to sleep.- …What is he doing?
He is getting comfortable, obviously he is tired. *chuckles and grasps him out of Max’s hand and touches his nose before holding him out near the tank of the toilet* Go sleep, little one.
*gives Corin’s fingers a quick squeeze with his tentacles, slipping tiredly from his hand and into the the back of the toilet, chirring echoing slightly*
*sticks out a tentacle and waves*
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