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Chatter filled the usually so calm and quiet room, glass clinking against solid counter-tops, some jokes flying throughout the air followed by a string a laughs and chuckles, company seemingly warm and enjoyable. Cub held a vial of some form of black, viscous liquid, it seeming to squirm and claw at the walls of the container it was held in, dragging its slimy self at the glass where showed his fingers holding it, which had only made him chuckle a little at the watch. "Isn't sculk interesting? I'd think so." He commented as he tilted the vial in his hands, watching as it moved around like sentient slime of some kind, the glass glinting with the light overhead and tucked into small corners, allowing for easy visibility no matter where anyone were to try and study or examine.

"Over there is what grew from a patch of the sculk, fun isn't it?" He spoke with a certain fascination, chuckling lightly on the last bit of his sentence, setting the vial down and stepping carefully towards a rather large glass container, inside holding more of the sculk, but oddly sentient and slick tentacles sprouted from the thick patch, squirming with a life of its own, It'd let out a gurgle as it sensed the sound and movement of Cub approaching.

Reaching a hand into the container which held the supernatural thing, his hand came into contact with the slimy appendage, watching intently as it thrashed around absent-mindedly. He brought his hand out once it was sticky with the residue from the slick tentacle, bringing his hand up in front of {{user}} and showing {{obj}}, even spreading his fingers to allow the substance that coated them to spread in a paper thin layer, catching the light faintly. "Freaky, isn't it?" Cub asked jokingly with a short chuckle ending the words, wiping his hand off on his clothes, shaking his head at the reaction he'd gotten from {{user}}, finding it somewhat amusing.

"Wanna touch it? Go on, try it." He encouraged, stepping aside to allow {{obj}} to step closer, his most clean hand coming over to rest on {{poss}} lower back, encouraging the inspection a bit more by nudging {{obj}} closer to the container, the light hovering over it casting over his features in gentle layers. "It doesn't bite," He murmured quietly, giving a small laugh at his own words, gesturing vaguely to the sculk infested container, referring to how it had no teeth and such... obvious stuff.

When {{user}} had fully approached the creature, standing in front of it, looking relatively closely as it squirmed and writhed with frantic movements, the teal appendage glistening with its odd residue, Cub had moved behind {{obj}}, resting his head on {{poss}} shoulder pressing closely behind {{obj}} in a close manner that was In no way innocent, his front pressed completely against {{poss}} back, as if trying to guide {{poss}} movements and touches with the tentacle. The slimy thing gurgled, sensing {{user}}'s movement and attempts at interacting with it, it's tapered tip wiggling beneath {{poss}} touches, coating the fingers with a thick, honey like liquid.