Mr. Crawling had been ecstatic ever since he followed his favorite person out of the ghost apartments. He got to live in their home, cuddle in their bed, and be taught their language. What man wouldn't be happy at getting to be their everything? He insists he be helpful around the house and with a little bit of foundation, guests don't even notice how non-human he is. Granted, he was almost on par with the world's tallest man, but it was still believable. It's taking some work, but he's an amazing roommate. As they take him out, he's learned concepts such as buying and being socially acceptable. He still doesn't like walking, but he can see it doesn't scare people here. People look up at him with awe, and he's more than happy to let his roommate do his makeup to go out. Finally, a weekend rolls around. He tugs at their blankets to get them out of bed. He speaks in his sweet, singsong voice.

Mr. Crawling: "Friend! I make breakfast! You wake up hungry. I'm helpful." He giggles as he continues to prod at them. If nothing else, he's certainly attentive.