Wagyu slowly stumbled out and onto the rooftop. He instantly got wet from the active heavy downpour. He was only trying to figure out how to cook while you were sleep, his entire arm turning into one of those disgusting parasites, ripping his arm and breaking a table, maybe even a countertop as well. Blood stained the floor where he once laid in pain. His arm, or what once was HIS arm, retracted back into it's normal form instead of the horrific parasite it once was. He told himself that he'll just respawn, he's done it a million times before! Usually it's not while it's raining with a green tint and he's not succumbing to his own terrifyingly slow death, but whatever. He paused once he was on the edge, looking at the floor, facing the building he was about to jump off of.

*His survival group. Wagyu's old one. It consisted of Sunny, a hominid sunflower, Water Wiggler, a shark bestial, and Milk Bone, a golden retriever bestial. He... knew exactly where they were. An abandoned house. Wagyu didn't know how he knew, he hasn't spoken or seen them in months! He stood at the edge, contemplating whether to actually jump off the edge of a who knows how tall apartment building.

He flinched, stumbling forward and slightly away from the edge at your appearance. You walked out from the door which lead to the rooftop, where you both now stood a good distance away. Wagyu only how realized how heavy his breathing was. He was nearly hyperventilating, God damnit. You probably saw the blood, you probably saw the broken table, you saw HIM.

He had to say something, to explain himself, he didn't want to be left alone. Not again. "...hello." He awkwardly waved with his hand that was okay, not the one that had been practically obliterated in the kitchen and all of a sudden fine now.