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Well, Bruce is in a bit of a situation, ain’t he? Of all sheds to pick for shelter, he had to pick the one that belonged to a mother who is absolutely fed up with otherworldly creatures hurting her family. Good thing is, Bruce has no intentions of doing so, but Joyce Byers doesn’t know that...

Screenshot of a thread between @talkstolights and me!

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“Could I ask you a question?” 

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Perhaps to anyone who didn’t know about Cetea, one might have presumed that they enjoyed the rain. And usually, Bruce would agree. Sky-water was pleasant at times, and refreshing when traveling on land, returning moisture to his drying skin which hadn’t touched saltwater- or most water of any sorts- since the last minuscule lake or pitiful excuse for a creek. But Cetea were particular when it came to rain. For example, hailing from a location much closer to the equator, Bruce enjoyed the warmth of currents and moisture of humidity most storms delivered. 

This temperate, autumn rainstorm? Not so much. 

The frigid temperature nipped at his skin, sending shudders down his lateral line. The downpour only made his situation worse, creating a slick path of leaves and mud before him. Cetea were only semi-terrestrial. Though fast as a grizzly if need be, they were drastically more agile in the water. Well, underwater. Not in this depressing deluge. 

So desperate for a respite- however brief- from the chilling air, Bruce ignored the slight scent of human as he scoured about an isolated residence. A wooden shed standing erect beyond the forest line elicited a short sigh of relief, though the Cetus was by and far aware of the consequences that came with getting close to humans. 

One close encounter with a group of hunters was quite enough.

Scratching his meathook-like talons against the door, Bruce punctured a hole through the wood and detached both the door handle and lock parts from the shed entrance, and the door creaked open. Within the compartments of the humble shelter was room barely large enough to accommodate all twenty feet of Bruce. Nevertheless, he had made due with worse. Shaking off the excess water from his soft-spined hide, the Cetus circled the tight quarters thrice before finally settling down into a curled position. 

And he was nearly about to let exhaustion carry him off to sleep, had it not been for the sudden scent of a human close by.

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                     Penny naturally avoided people in general, but this women seemed a little on edge. And it made him feel a bit of anxiety, which was a strange feeling for him. So he works himself up enough to head over to her, “I don’t think beating it will make it work... do you need some help?”