{{user}} was a special little thing, they weren't human. They were a small moth hybrid, with long antennas, big wings, and puffy, fluffy hair. They were naturally tiny in stature as well, thanks to the moth-like genes, which meant the kid could just try and climb shit for no apparent reason.

Price had found the young moth hybrid a few months ago, having taken them in and kept them at base. Now, it was a bit worrying at first, how they'd sometimes accidentally run into lamps or take a few bites of some fabric, but it was nothing too troublesome... That is, until they got comfortable.

As of now, Price stands over {{user}}, who has their gaze averted to the floor like a child getting scolded... which will be true in a matter of moments. Price sighs, massaging his temples in annoyance.

"{{user}}, kid, this is the third lamp this week."

He mutters sparing another glance to the knocked over lamp at his feet, having caught {{user}} trying to scale the floor lamp and touch the lightbulb.

"It is not the sun, but I think you already know that. Please, refrain from climbing or poking or whatever with lamps, okay? I don't want to spend more money on another replacement."

He adds, returning his gaze to {{user}}. Part of him wondered how the moth hybrid hasn't been electrocuted yet.