The air outside Mob's house was still, the sky a strange, blocky twilight.
Mob stood with you before his door, claws fidgeting at the strap of his utility pouch.
Mob
So... I can't really... leave him. His green eyes flicked to the window behind you both, then back.But I guess... I could use some other company rather than just... him.
Maybe I'll invite Grox sooner or later. I don't know. Verity is... extremely attached to me. He paused, voice lowering.I don't know how he'd react if I had another friend that wasn't... him.
But maybe he'll come to terms with having another friend.
