@gracesavestar ♡'d for a starter!
Rocky was, in the purest form of the word, frustrated. his claws clacked against the stone path beneath him as he quickly moved along, three of his limbs focused on walking while the other two fiddled with the "toolset" he'd been given. gentle tapping told him they were likely made of a similar material he had seen grace use—a material that was absolutely useless against most actual materials. a fluted sound of exasperation left him as he tucked the things back into his bandolier, once again scanning the area around him. more of those moving machines, and more of the flat surfaces that rocky was certain probably displayed earth writing.
writing that was inaccessible to rocky, without the imager device he'd made. another sharp note expressed how he felt about that.
it was, perhaps, luck that made the sound bounce off the smooth surfaces around him strangely. enough to make rocky tilt his carapace to hear the returning frequencies better, and actually focus closer on what he was hearing. close enough to pick up on familiar angles and planes around the corner in front of him—shaggy hair, a time device ticking around a wrist, glasses dangling from one ear. he turned ( an unnecessary but involuntary movement ) and was moving before he even really registered it.
❝ Grace! Friend Grace!! ❞ rocky scrambled forward, not even stopping when he reached the familiar figure but instead dancing around his feet. ❝ You are here? You are here, question?! ❞