Careful not to wake the sleeping mechanic, Grood kept his footsteps light (or, as light as you can when you're Grood,) as he made his way to the back of the ship where she was staying.

Setting the melon down on a small, broken desk next to her, an abandoned set of drawers had caught his eye. Of course, being unable to resist going through it, sure enough, the first thing he saw was, you guessed it, more socks, and plenty enough to fill the whole compartment. These ones were black, and some had green toe and heel markings, but they were still very much like the ones he collected earlier. Except, to his distaste, he noticed one little detail that they lacked: they, for some reason, didn't contain the same sweet smell the ones he collected earlier did. Looking through the others didn't help much. All they contained were old uniforms, and other miscellaneous humanoid items that he couldn't recognize.

"Grood? What're you doing...?" Drusa mumbled sleepily, her dark, violet-gray eyes half-open. Placing a clawed finger to her mouth cueing her to be quiet, he pulled the blanket she had further up her shoulders, letting her drift off back to sleep.

Deciding that this ship didn't have what he was looking for, he decided he may as well leave. But...that wasn't to say that others might not have special socks he could find to add to his collection.


Several hours had passed. The sun was beginning to go down, and he had exhausted his search through every ship he could fit inside of. It really did stump him. Some of the ships had socks, but the socks he had found earlier...they were just so soft! So special!

A burning ache tingled through his body. He couldn't even place a reason why in his mind: all he knew is that he needed to return to the socks, as soon as possible! Hurrying through the trees, he began to make his way back to the campsite.

He was in such a rush, he hadn't noticed the Astonian sitting in one of the branches, watching him run. While they didn't interact as much as they used to, he knew that normally, the creature was as calm as he was. He hadn't seen him this panicked since that battle that split the criminal group right in half. Sure, he knew better than to involve himself in the schemes of lowlifes, but something seemed to strike him as odd. And not in a good way.

"What are you up to, old friend?" he asked, not really intending for him to hear it. Leaping down from the tree, he made his way through the growing shadows, following him close behind.