#lilguydredge

Leon is in the middle of trying to figure out a place to sleep for himself, having torn up a bunch of books he considered not important and used their pages as an almost bedding. The urge to nest can be blamed almost entirely on the Plagas, some primal instinct fueling the need to craft someplace comfortable to rest. It's... Embarrassing, almost. But luckily he doesn't care about how Wesker feels, knows the Nemesis can't feel, and Birkin is caught up in his feelings and hardly explores the building. And so he feels safe enough to do this unorthodox thing, getting comfortable...

When he hears a strange noise to his left.

It's the territorial instinct that gets him on edge, tensing as he pokes his head around and tries to locate the strange sounds. It's when he nudges over a pile of books that he spots it, this... Thing. This weird thing that's hurgling at him. The harsh spikes and tentacles flare up in response and Leon gets closer to the ground, tail lashing out and thumping around.

. . . . . . . . . .

He's unsure of how to feel about the small little dredgling currently sad-hurgling at his feet, giving him the saddest little nightmare eyes. The kiss meme is over, he isn't obligated to give out any more smooches... But this thing looks so sad about it. He's not sure what to do.

When checking her box to make sure she didn’t receive any new letters, she was surprised to instead find a little dredge resting inside. Giving an excited squeal, the pinkette practically ran inside and back, placing a blanket and a (possibly too big) hat on top of the little guy.

“Aww!”

Susie couldn’t possibly move him. That is his new home now, she must find another box.

Daw! How could she resist?

@lilguydredge

Jake was more than happy to play a game of cards with the lil guy. He was glad to see the mask he'd gifted it was put to good use, and Jagiya looked absolutely handsome in its little bowtie. Dwight would love to see this, he was sure.

They were playing Go Fish, by Jake's own insistence on a game with simpler (and looser) rule sets, and he was looking over his own hand of cards.

So many things to explore! There were things that clanked, and things that clattered. Even things that made very satisfying smashing sounds when pushed off the tables. It had just gotten it's little hands wrapped around a grimy scalpel when the ground fell away below it and it wailed in surprise.

"Auuu-ssshi?!" The little critter pawed at the air before half-retreating into it's skull, it's new blade clutched tightly. The ground was supposed to stay where it was!

"Kkyuuaaauiughh!" The little abomination gurgled when it realized that this was caused by a person, and that person was a potential new friend; It's little legs pawed and jabbed at the air in an attempt to climb up Talbot's arm. "luuugh ghk gnkshh!"

Eugh, Talbot quickly held the creature out at a full arm’s length; he did not want that...thing’s paws touching him. He would be doing the handling, thank you very much!

To be perfectly honest, this creature reminded him of his own nieces and nephews when they were wee little buggers. Affably curious, much to his chagrin at times. Mostly when they managed to get themselves into his personal chambers. Sticky prints, making noise with interesting looking things, putting things in their mouths. It was rather cute, and it reminded him of how he used to be when he was a child himself. After all, if it were not for his consumption of the rather innocuous foxglove when he was young, he would not have many honors as he did before getting stuck here.

Ugly cute, one of those things that the youths here said sometimes.