Yeah, ichor is a bitch to get out just about anything. Chip knows from personal experience. He nods in agreement.
A particularly nasty pebble encounter basically ruined his scarf. Turns out yarn and ichor are very hard to separate. After many failed attempts he ended up giving up and letting…. Someone else have it.
‘ it might be stress, it makes you all confuzzled and turned around. I’ve been stressed out and put the species in the fridge and mayonnaise in the spice rack, ‘
He leans a bit on the island, snickering at his own words, finally taking his gaze off Ptero and on his hand for a moment. He doubts it is going to try and hurt him in the middle of cooking. Still, he keeps the knife in his hands, though not pointed at anything.
‘- if you’re coming up here and using my stuff I don’t imagine you got a lot down there. Especially not a lot to eat.‘
… why abyss would choose to live down there is beyond chip, but he chooses not to judge others life choices. If ptero wanted to steal and lurk in a vents like a rat then so be it.
‘ … I don’t blame you for that. I’d rather people survive… one way or another, than not. I was honestly more upset because your existence kinda..surprised me, usually people don’t show up in your kitchen carrying their own… food.’
He gestures to the food abyss is making with the knife loosely.
‘ … how long has this gone on? The whole you sneaking in thing- again, I’m not mad- I just like answers-‘
Chip feels he should remind Ptero that. The fact he didn’t have a clue about any of this was quite impressive in his opinion.