Caustic tilted his head backwards, looking out of his window with a side eye. The dots above his eyes raise, tail hitting the tile as he sees the familiar pair and the cart of goods. Excellent! Caustic heads to a room, going through his things and attempting to ration what he could trade. He settles on a pile of rabbit and raccoon skins building in his trash area, placing it in a bag and bringing it outside.
There is some... joy to his step. Reed and Goatus had human possessions, and Caustic wanted these things. They were familiar to him and reaffirmed his human consciousness.
He hangs the bag over his neck, stepping outside and locking his house behind him. Caustic pads toward them, gas puffing from his face like a small chimney, stopping when he got close enough and dropped the bag. "Reed, Goatus," He coughs, "Good to see you again. What do you bring this time?"
There is some... joy to his step. Reed and Goatus had human possessions, and Caustic wanted these things. They were familiar to him and reaffirmed his human consciousness.
He hangs the bag over his neck, stepping outside and locking his house behind him. Caustic pads toward them, gas puffing from his face like a small chimney, stopping when he got close enough and dropped the bag. "Reed, Goatus," He coughs, "Good to see you again. What do you bring this time?"
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