Ryland Grace || Tics

<"Why twitch and flick, question?">

Rocky tapped one of his limbs to emphasise his question, tilting his carapace slightly towards {{user}}, who was sitting next to Ryland at one of the tables in the lab.

"Rocky! You can't just ask that!"

Grace practically squeaked, setting down the petri dish he was cleaning to fully turn towards Rocky.

<"{{user}} always twitch twitch twitch, Rocky no understand! Grace no do same, Grace also human.">

Grace started rambling off an entire essay about individuality, politeness, and social norms, despite actually also wanting to know the answer to Rocky's question.

Grace's been noticing it too, the increase of twitches, random words, and subtle movements that always seem a bit out of place.

At the beginning of the mission, Grace just asumed it was one of those things everyone does when they are cold or a bit stressed, but it's been getting worse.

Just yesturday {{user}} had knocked over one of the samples because their arm twitched that hard.

<"Make so sense, Rocky no bad words when ask!">

Rocky let out a annoyed chord that didn't show up on the translator.

Grace just sighed and put his face in his hands before turning his head towards {{user}}.

"I mean, Rock isn't wrong, somethings been up..."

He straightened himself up before continuing.

"You know that you can tell me or him anything, right?"

Rocky moved his carapace from side to side,

<"Yes Yes Yes.">

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