welcome to your life [OPEN]

Lima-Sierra hadn't fed on anyone so.... flail-y before. It was a strange experience, and might actually be rather enjoyable and entertaining to repeat. Not the starving-to-death part, though. That part sucked and was absolutely horrible.

The former food source was talking now, though, and Lima-Sierra finally had the energy to pay attention to the difficult words. None of Tybalt's words made any sense to the slime, but then vocabulary was a slow-growing thing. The questioning nature of the unknown words was understandable. Perhaps the former food source wanted to know about Lima-Sierra? Lima-Sierra could help with that!

The slime extended an appendage to point at the main body of slime. "Lima-Sierra!" The appendage reshaped to point at Tybalt's face. "Want to learn?" Asking for introductions got easier with every new word~

@"Horus"

Lima-Sierra felt the host's confusion. No longer being hungry, though, the slime made no effort to remove it. Besides, the host was not the only one confused. Everyone was confused. This whole thing was confusing. The confusion was probably confused too.

Besides, Lima-Sierra was working on something else. The host did not seem to be understanding the concept. He repeated Lima-Sierra's name, yes, but the seemingly offered name -

well, maybe the host's name just happened to be similar to a word Lima-Sierra already knew. It was entirely possible. Lima-Sierra knew so little of the world. Just to check, though, the slime extended an appendage again to point at Tybalt. "Learnwhat, yes?"

@"Horus"

No? That wasn't something Lima-Sierra really knew, but the correction was clear. The host was not Learnwhat, the host was Tybalt.

"Tybalt, yes?" the slime confirmed, the name a little eerily similar in sound to Tybalt's own voice. Imitation of new sounds was much easier than generation, but with a bit of practice the slime would make it properly. For now, though, simple imitation would suffice.

Hm. The slime sat on Tybalt's shoulder for a few moments, internally considering and processing. Lima-Sierra might not seem particularly intelligent, but in reality the slime was simply incredibly young. What infants that still counted their age in individual days had complex vocabularies? In comparison, Lima-Sierra was quite the prodigy.

And it was more vocabulary than processing power that the slime lacked. It took a lot of work to use the limited word list Lima-Sierra had painstakingly collected to convey much of anything beyond basic hunger, and even the ability to insult or name individuals was a new development.

"Tybalt bad, want to learn?" Lima-Sierra finally said, speaking slowly and frustrated that there were so few words. Bad really wasn't the right word, but the way Tybalt felt wasn't anything like earth, or sleep, or cute. There was a level of unpleasantness, but nothing really fit.

Limited vocabularies were ruuuuude.

@"Horus"

"Tybalt!" Lima-Sierra was glad to have a confirmed name. The host was Tybalt. The flaily host. The flaily host who had saved the slime from starvation.

The flaily hero host who used too many words. Lima-Sierra let out a noise like a balloon with the mouth released, and jiggled slightly. "Tybalt. Bad. Bad emotion." Talking was haaaaard and took energy when the slime had to piece things this complex together with such a haphazard dictionary. Lima-Sierra's solution was to spread out a tiny bit and draw on Tybalt's emotions again.

"Lima-Sierra hungry. Emotions. Tybalt bad emotion. Want to learn?"

@"Horus"

This was not going well at all. Lima-Sierra suspected that Tybalt made the connection that it was the host's bad emotions that the slime was interested in, but the rest was just... well. Not encouraging. He'd gone straight from too many words to too few!

"No no no. Lima-Sierra want to learn." Was that how the words were supposed to go? It seemed close enough. It might work, and if it didn't then Lima-Sierra would just have to move words around again until not-so-bright host Tybalt clued in.