With the Belmont rejecting her signs of affection ( even denying her a home on his head, how rude!! ), the small bat soon moved to her next target, hopefully one that would appreciate her company and that would be her friend. Nyx clung on Grant's arm, squeaking happily, begging for head scratches.
Grant regards the bat with a bemused grin, obliging its pleas by carefully scratching her ear. Leave it to Trevs to rudely rebuff the little thing. How terribly mean of him. It wasn’t nice to treat a lady, human or non-human, as such.
“ I feel ya, buddy. ‘Sides, I’m the better pick for a couch. “
“ Sooooo -- hi, I guess? Do I need to talk to ya to make ya grow . . . ? Oh, wait, that’s plant jargon. What do I do? “













