Devout grey had heard rumors around the ship of another imposter, a red-ish one who stayed in the vents most of the time.
A phantom some said, though a few mentioned fangs like a viper.
[Maroonie was scurrying around through the vents, trying to find their way to the cafeteria for food. Though when they came out of ther vent..]
[The little 'crewmate' looked around the unfamiliar bedroom, clearly haven taken a wrong turn- was somewhere there?]
-@marooniephantom
Devout Grey did a bit of a double take when he saw them. Must be the one everyone had absently been talking about. “Hello.”
[maroonie puffed up a little, not quite processing where they had ended up or who was standing there yet.] "Oh! Hi!" [They pulled themselves out of the vents with their tendrils] "im maroonie!"
”Hello.” Devout leaned down, offering a hand. “I’m Devout Grey.”
[Maroonie went stiff. Mouth opening then closing. They stared up at the crewmate before backing away a little. They had heard the word devout before]
[The 'crewmate' immediately hid their mouth, tendrils tucking behind them as they took a step back]
Devout kneeled down, holding out his hands. “Come here.”
[Maroonie stayed silent, waiting until they had fully hidden their tendrils before hesitantly taking a step forward]
Devout smiled a bit. “There, there.”
[Maroonie calmed down slightly, maybe he didnt see their mouth? They carfully crept a little closer, relaxing a bit]
“See? I mean no harm.”
[Maroonie hummed softly, calming down as they finally approached devout grey]
