[So there he is, lost in a pile of his older self's clothes. Lost, dazed, out of water, and very very confused.
His golden eye was clear to see as he peered out from the neck of his shirt. He was perfectly quiet and still. Unsettlingly so. There was no outward sign of panic or fear, just very pointed observation.
Of course, he WAS fearful. He was out of water. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know where Floyd was. There was just some human that found him. But thrashing and panicking would only tire him out, he was young, but he was able to keep calm enough to think logically... for now. And that ment watching.]
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His golden eye was clear to see as he peered out from the neck of his shirt. He was perfectly quiet and still. Unsettlingly so. There was no outward sign of panic or fear, just very pointed observation.
Of course, he WAS fearful. He was out of water. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know where Floyd was. There was just some human that found him. But thrashing and panicking would only tire him out, he was young, but he was able to keep calm enough to think logically... for now. And that ment watching.]