Post by Leroy on Oct 11, 2019 17:39:41 GMT
(January 29th! Open to anyone to interact with Leroy on a rainy day.)
Leroy’s brown talons scuttled against India’s leaf mold. There weren’t likeable things about this planet. But maybe one of them that wasn’t as annoying as everything else was that when the plant life died it ended up in this disorderly smashed arrangement on the ground.
Alien was the perfect word to describe the effect of 629’s fur against the drab backdrop of the jungle. Leroy wasn’t worried about getting noticed. He wasn’t thinking about much except his tummy. The warthog that the quadrupedal lady had brought yesterday had been good. Not satisfying, though. Jumba’s most recent creation wanted more. And even more than that, he wanted to shred something. He wanted to wreck something.
His programming was destructive by nature, so Leroy’s vague idea was to find something someone had already crafted—cooked, assembled, whatever these natives called it—and steal/pulverize it. That would be the most fun. But if he couldn’t do that, beating up a tasty Indian mammal might feed more than his rumbling belly. It was the restlessness that shoved his already-squinting eyes into a full-blown scowl.
Leroy’s large nose twitched. Ears flew up, eyes narrowed harder instead of opening wide like Stitch’s may’ve done. Oh, no. That smell. It was like afterburners upon landing. Ozone.
Splat. Water landed on the quivering round snout.
Leroy hissed ferociously, but it didn’t matter. Water from the sky. It was cool—why was it cool? That didn’t make sense. Things falling were usually hot and hopefully covered in flames. Why couldn’t things that fell from the sky of this planet at least do it in a big explosion or messy blaze? Why did it have to be—like this?!
Leroy hated it when it did this. Stupid weird planet.
He’d experienced water but not from the sky on his last trip to earth. Except for that drippy Experiment, easy to capture of the earthling produce stands.
This was terrible. One annoying droplet at a time, and it didn’t matter how much he thrashed and yelled and threatened nature. But maybe it would make him feel better to try.
”Grrrr—spabatta!” He roared at the water that was dropping from the clouds above, landing all over everything, turning the jungle’s pleasantly chaotic tumult into one boring rush of the same repetitive noise. The red monstrosity lashed out with all four limbs at the nearest foliage. His talons ripped through most of it, but then the little alien found himself ensnared by vines. They circled around his fleshy parts instead of getting caught up by his pointy parts. Stupid plants! Stupid earth foliage!
Leroy managed to scissor himself free and, covered in plant debris, he scuttled backward under a bush with leaves big and floppy enough to hide him from some of the wet. He resented that it didn’t hold off all of it. He resented that the liquid washed up under the meager shelter and ignored his growling. He resented that even though he’d been a raging meteor shower of flying claws and teeth a moment ago, the jungle looked pretty much...the same. What was the point of being destructive if everything still looked as messy as it had before you started?
And the water from the sky wasn’t even scared. It didn’t even slow down. It just kept coming—maybe harder. He’d go out and teach it another lesson—soon. When he stopped being all wet, maybe. Somehow.
Leroy’s frilled ears drooped but his scowl stayed. He hated this planet.
