Surprisingly, Mao looked unbothered by the look of his apartment. She just walked right in and exploring around. Taking odd interest in a lamp that was in the corner, shaking it and trying to figure it,
“What do you mean, nya? Looks pretty clean to me.”
She turned to look at him just as he chugged the spoiled milk, “Eww, you’re gonna destroy the bathroom later, nya! I’ve seen the destruction spoiled milk causes, nya…” Mao shivered remembering her shipmate stupidly chugging something like that.
“You don’t know gross until you live on a pirate ship all your life.”
Again, Mao shook the lamp, and then held it upside down, dropping the shade around it onto the floor, “Your room is way bigger than mine was, nya. Not enough weapons though… What if you get robbed! Or wanna take over someone’s ship, nya?” She accidentally hit the switch on the lamp, momentarily blinding herself. Mao let out a startled cat sound, her tail fluffing up, and she dropped the lamp, “I was wrong! You do have weapons! Very bright ones, nya!” She rubbed her eyes, tail swaying back and forth.
The Roach’s antennae picked up slightly. True, it’s not the greatest reaction, but it’s not also the type of reaction he was expecting- Though, in his defense, what he was expecting was for the cat to scream and leave his… Erm… Unique lodgings. Seeing her drop the lamp, however, made Scuttle move quickly knocking a few empty cartons of chinese food that had been now filled with mold covered leftovers as he catches the still-lit lamp.
With a sigh, he quickly sets it back down amidst the various bits and pieces of snacks and half-full drinks. “Oh, ah… Sure.” Scuttle nods, before shaking his head. “As for, the, uh… Snacks. Well, let’s just say that compared to a lot of other mobians, I have a… Somewhat unique internal composition. I can pretty much eat anything- In fact, I like the taste of soured milk, personally.”
Of course, it was only after the Roach had said that he realized how bad that may sound. He clears his throat nervously. Gee, he really was making a good impression here. “N… Not that I drink Soured Milk that often, you know… ? A-Ahah… !” The Mobian sheepishly laughs, unable to keep eye contact with Mao now.
“… Erm, you can, ah… Leave if you want. Or, um… If you wanna say, ah… Feel free to sleep on my bed. I’m one to sleep on the couch, anyhow…” The Roach was coming undone. He had an actual person in his living quarters- His apartment, his safe space. Not to mention, a member of the opposite sex; Not that he had no experience talking to them… It’s just that he does so as colleagues. Comrades. Work buddies. He doesn’t know Mao, and so now he’s incredibly on edge.
The Roach was now making sure his posture was straight, manners were in line- Even if she was apparently some sort of ‘space pirate,’ he couldn’t help but try to police himself to make himself not look like some bum squatting in an empty apartment.