“High value object! Exchange!” Grace would sigh in relief if he could. Rocky fix, always. The stranger makes a move toward the pendant and Rocky inches backward. He shakes his body no, and points a spare claw at Grace.
“Oh.” The stranger says. “You want this guy.” Rocky enthusiastically nods.
“Affirmative noise. You pick up faster than Grace did.”
“You- you understand me?” Read the fic: Doesn't matter what dreams come true - mushyrice
More art! This is for an interaction in Chapter Three.
I wanted to wait and post the last couple of sketches too but it might take me a full Eridian year to actually finish them... You can make a lot of drawings with just a few lines of dialogue.



















