Gooey-nomad.
What the hell are you? The question came quickly, a sunken thought exposed in his head, full of dismay on the ends of his situation. Here he was, end of his shift at his work in the middle of the night, now being approached by a mass of black.. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to have a single guess about what the thing in front of him was made of.
Trent’s movements halted at his chair, a second glance turning towards the rest of the store. How mad would his boss be if he used the mess of tools and other assortments all leaning up the walls of this work space to his advantage. He could use his hands, but.. Touching it. It was sentient, acting like it was alive a least, and not hostile. He shifts over, taking another look at the thing. “Uhh..” Should he consider talking to the.. Thing? Why the fuck not? Better than spending his time having to think of explanations to the boss how the store was destroyed by.. Whatever it was.
“Hi…?”
Wodahs had simply been wandering about when it had stopped and stared at the place where the other was at. Its focus turned to Trent, seeing the confusion on his face and looking slightly confused as well. It had only gotten a little lost this time... okay a lot of lost. But it wouldn't admit that yet. For now it would just continue to stare back at the man, wondering what exactly he wanted--
Oh wait... he said hi! A small and slightly excited purr gurgled from the gooey creature, bouncing very lightly on it's feet and waving back in a greeting manner. Sometimes not having vocal chords really gave a disadvantage to the creature. It couldn't really show how emotional it was.
