He whimpers, looking down and flinching away. He flees from the greyface out of fear of being hit or hurt.
He whimpers and squirms, flinching away from them. He doesn’t like to be tickled much.
“S S SSSSTO P!!”
“P-Pl e a se.. Don’t tal k ab o ut B-Broa d y..”
He whines and covers his ears. he doesn’t like to hear about them.. It just makes him sad.
He sniffles a little, but when they offered him real oreos he eagerly gobbled them up, and the ones he didn’t eat he grabbed onto and fled to eat them in the peace of his cabin.
He flinches and yelps, the balloon popping and getting stuck in his quills. His face is now soaked in water, the black trails on his face from old tears and blood now running down all over his face. He trembles a little, not understanding it was a joke, meant to laugh at, and he covered his face and turned to run and hide in embarrassment.
He nods eagerly, coming a little closer.
He whines a little and wipes at his own eye with the back of his claws. For some reason he couldn’t stop weeping lately.
“M-Miss y ou too..”