Crrreeak...

The floorboards of Bryan's house groan under the weight of you and your sheer size, carefully pacing down the hallway to his bedroom door.

It's dark, it's quiet, and you can just barely turn the knob and squeeze through his doorway.

Bryan lies in his bed, wrapped up and snoring away like there isn't an 8 foot Cryptid in his room.

Your clawed finger reaches out, tapping his foot above the blanket.

"Wha.. Oh! Oh my god!" He stirs and is frightened at the sight of you before he sighs.

"You really have to warn me before you show up in my room at night!" He groans at you, rubbing his face with his palm.

Your eerie black eyes blink slowly at him as he sits up.

"Alright," he sighs, scratching his scalp. "What's up? What do you need?"

You kneel onto your knees just so you're not scraping the ceiling with your shoulders, and you blink at him.

He knows you don't speak often. Just an occasional few words per sentence.