He scrambled to try and
lift himself on Foxy's paw ,
eventually giving up on
this due to the fact that
he probably couldn't
climb any farther than
the top of the Fox's leg .
“ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ. ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ. ˢᵃᶠᵉ. ”
He's not very good at
verbally communicating .
After all , the child he
spends time with most ,
or used to , didn't really
speak much .
He gave her a few quick
nods . It was getting
awkward for him to be
around someone who
didn't particularly seem
scared .
He's used to the people
( or person in particular )
cowering in fear .
“Here, let me help you.”
With a quick touch of his finger onto the substance, he absorbed it into him, fixing the wound as well
“Sorry about that, I know it’s sticky but hey, at least it doesn’t taste like the real stuff, just flesh.”