@boundlesshsentity
Sizzlipede hadn’t been so over-dramatic and demanding since -- well, since he was a Sizzlipede. As a Centiskorch with years under his belt he had the same mature atittude as Kabu.
But, now back in the body of his pre-evolution, he seemingly couldn’t help himself.
“Now now,” Kabu tsked as Sizzlipede cried and nibbled on his hand. It was mostly the amount of smells that seemed to be upsetting Sizzlipede. Or, more to the point, the fact that Kabu wasn’t going to get him fed at every booth and restaurant he wanted right this second.
Kabu had been trying to figure out the local currency. He knew it was called ‘Dust’, and that it didn’t come in a physical form. He assumed it was accessed via the phone he’d been given but was still puzzling over it.
Sizzlipede, however, was tired of waiting. Seeing a set of feet stop not far from them, he crawled down Kabu’s finger, transferring to his leg, then finally down to the ground. Where, with his many little legs, he scuttled over to the stranger and cried; a high-pitched noise.
