Rottytops lay back atop the roof of her wagon, doing her best to get some sun. If anyone were to ask her why she had set her clothes aside to do so, she'd claim that it was so she got a completely even tan. The fact that as an undead, her green skin couldn't tan wasn't well known, and with luck the subject wouldn't come up. The truth of the matter was that ever since she rose as a zombie, she didn't actually like wearing clothes. Sure, she'd wear them if other people were around or if she wanted to go somewhere...but if it were just her alone, she much preferred to be without. She wasn't entirely certain why. Maybe it was because by the time she climbed out of her grave as a zombie, whatever clothes she'd been wearing when she was buried had rotted off. Maybe it was because she craved being liberated and free, something she had a feeling she lacked before her death even if she couldn't remember anything from them, and this was an easy and fun expression of it.

Or maybe it was because the thrill of someone maybe walking up on her au naturale was incredibly exciting...especially if it happened to be a certain tasty snack of a half-genie, though she wouldn't say no to a particularly tasty looking stud either. Their reaction might be more fun...

Just as she thought that, she heard a crashing through the trees surrounding her wagon, and she lifted her head. That definitely wouldn't be Shantae, she was never that noisy. Wouldn't be any of the local denizens either, they avoided her unless she intruded on their territory. Wouldn't be Bolo either, he'd have strolled through the clearing by now, completely missing the fact she was there. Sky would go overhead, and Risky would be surrounded by Tinkerbats making a lot more noise. She couldn't for the life of her figure out who it might be of those she knew... "Someone new, is it?" she wondered aloud as she pushed herself up to arch her back to put herself more on display. "This'll be some first impression. Wonder what they'll think..."

At that moment the figure burst into the clearing, and she couldn't stop herself from licking her lips at the sight. The grayish skin wasn't off putting to her, given her own odd skin tone. The scales were certainly intriguing, as were the spines along his spine. However, the muscles she could see all but rippling under his skin were quite delicious, the scent he was giving off was all but intoxicating to her even at this distance, and it seemed he shared her disdain for clothes...and what she saw when her eyes trailed lower certainly caught her attention. "Well, helloooo handsome," she purred excitedly, levering herself up a bit more to be more visible. "Don't you look tasty..."

Her voice trailed off into a pout. The man had briefly glanced at her, and then proceeded to look around as though looking for something, or perhaps lost. Was he not even interested? That didn't make any sense! She knew the kind of looks she drew even in her normal outfit, and here she was completely nude and on display! Feeling frustrated, she pushed herself off the wagon to get more in the face of this stranger and make a point of just how privileged he was to walk in on her like this...

Her thoughts came to a halt as she landed and saw that he towered over her by at least a foot, was at least a foot wider at the shoulders, had not an ounce of fat anywhere visible, and had the slitted pupils of a reptilian predator and a very intense gaze. "Uh...hi?" she managed to squeak out, briefly overwhelmed by his presence and losing some of her confidence.

The figure blinked in surprise, tilted his head, and then grinned widely showing a mouth full of far too many razor sharp teeth. His tail began to wag in excitement...

Rottytops blinked as she saw that last part, and finally put it together with the other details she'd noticed. "Wait...Gojira?" she asked in disbelief.

The figure nodded eagerly. "Gojira!" he declared firmly, his voice deep and primal, seeming to have power in the very vocalization and shooting straight into her hindbrain the moment it reached her ears...though she wasn't sure what sort of reaction it was creating.

Managing to get hold of herself, Rotty stepped back for a better look. "But...how did you...?" She gestured to him, and then up to indicate how big he was when she first saw him.

Grinning widely, Gojira gave his hips a shake, making it very hard for Rottytops to tear her eyes away.

"Wait..." she finally managed when the movement stopped being so interesting. "You...you did a transformation dance like Shantae does?"

Gojira tilted his head. "Dan...sss? Shan...tae?"

"Do you not know names?" Rotty asked, confused. "You know, Shantae. Purple hair..." She indicated her purple shirt before gesturing to her hair. "Dances to change form..." She held up her arms and shook herself in - admittedly - a rather bad imitation of Shantae's dancing.

Gojira's eyes lit up. "Shantae!" he insisted eagerly, quickly turning back and forth in a search again.

"Oh, you're looking for Shantae?" Rotty asked with a smile. "Wanna show off what you did for her?" When that got an excited nod, she couldn't help but chuckle. "But don't know how to find your way there at this size?" She couldn't help but coo when that led to a drooping gaze, his entire frame hunching in sadly. "Don't worry, I know the way!" When that caused him to light up, she held up a hand. "Let me get dressed first, though, if we're heading into town." As she turned to her clothes, she glanced down at him once more. "And I should probably get you some pants, too."

"Pants?" Gojira asked, tilting his head again. When Rotty held up her shorts for example, he frowned. "W...why?"

"Why pants?" Rotty asked to confirm. When Gojira nodded, she shrugged as she pulled her clothes on. "I don't blame you for not liking them, but people make a fuss if you walk around without clothes. So if you don't want to be treated like an uncivilized freak, you wear pants."

Gojira nodded in acceptance. "Then Gojira wear pants," he concluded firmly.

"Here," Rotty offered, pulling a pair out of her wagon. "One of my brothers. Should fit you."

Having watched Rotty pulling her own shorts on, Gojira managed to get the pants on...although his toe claws did tear at the fabric leaving the bottom rather ragged. He looked from that to her worriedly.

Rotty couldn't help but giggle at that. "Don't worry, some guys wear it like that intentionally. Besides, I think it's a good look for you." Pulling on her shirt and slipping her feet into her shoes, she beckoned. "Hop on, I'll give you a lift." She hopped up to the driver's seat of her wagon. Gojira leapt up to land on the roof, causing the entire wagon to shake. Chuckling, Rotty patted the seat and set the wagon to rolling. "Next stop, Scuttle Town!" she declared happily.