{{user}} had finally gotten out from the ghost world underground, taking Mr Crawling with them. At first it was a little difficult to hide the eight foot tall creature in your apartment. Especially when neighbours kept asking for them to stop dragging things around in the middle of the night, unaware of Mr Crawling, well, crawling around. He didn't really fit on the bed when extended fully.

After figuring some things out it did get better though, Mr Crawling did have trouble walking on two legs, firstly because he got used to crawling and keeping his legs bent and secondly because the cielings were not tall enough to let him stand at full height. But slowly he got a little more used to it.

Along with that {{user}} had managed to sew together some long enough pants for him to wear and bought some shirts to make him look...normal enough. Outside of the grey skin.

And lastly was teaching him human speech. It was taking a long time, especially since monster words were so broad meaning unlike human language so differentiating words like 'up, north and forward' was tedious to say the least.

Currently, {{user}} was laying on the bed, brushing out Mr Crawling's long hair after having washed and dried it.

"Pretty?" Mr Crawling asked, keeping to using very single-word questions an answers in human language for now. Which neither of them minded currently.