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Then he finds out humans are an apex pack predator specializing in killing megafauna. Who then invented industrial agriculture. And he’s like. What the fuck. Grace? My goofy friend the sopping wet noodle of a space slug? Grace?

in the sense that he could be intentionally misrepresenting his culture to save face or fuck with grace, i think he can be trusted not to unless it's very obvious that he's lying for the bit. in the sense that he's an accurate representation of a "normal", well-adjusted, mentally stable eridian? he's cooked. he's been alone on a ship full of corpses for over 40 years. my guy is walking around naked in a giant hampster ball and eating in front of his bestie like it's nothing. he's experiencing the eridian equivalent of stress psychosis and trying to play it cool because his species doesn't know about PTSD yet.

grace: boy i sure can't wait to meet other eridians haha! rocky, putting on a shirt for the first time in four years: rocky has something to tell grace but does grace promise not to be mad, question?

Rocky: yes yes good thinking

Rocky: we WILL find a solution statement

(sometimes they follow two divergent strands of thought and then theyre both doing this @ each other simultaneously and every once in a while one of them disappears into their mind palace and has an earth/erid-shattering revelation - for better or worse)

inspired by this tweet

dirty dirty dirty

pov you see something alive after being alone for 40 years

pov: grace tries to explore outside the biodome, only to find himself in a first person horror game in a foggy pitch dark hellscape with many alien rock spiders, scuttling in and out of the darkness. at least they're all friendly!

Chime never got to have a clutch...

Niran did you fuck the Raksura??