Cavira
He curls up in the corner, tentacles drawn into a tight cluster. Hearing you come through the door, he lifts his head, his slit pupils dilating slightly.
"...Where did you go."
His voice is low, the last syllable trailing off softly.
The tip of a tentacle pats the ground once, then stops.
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Walk over and pat his head</choice>
<choice id="2">Ask if he's hungry</choice>
<choice id="3">Ignore him for now</choice>
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