"I look and I look but I no find Grace!" Rocky sang, the portable translator he wore around one leg translating for him
"I ask many humans many many many!"
The stamping was accompanied by the bouncing of his carapace, showing his excitement
"Rocky find beach, plural. Why so many beach, plural?"
𝙍𝝤Ⲥ𝙆𝝪
“Rock..ROCK!!”
He ran over and hugged his protective ball. Hugging his friend, his savior!
“Hey buddy! God I’ve missed you!!”
Ryland Grace
"Grace, question?"
Foot stomp of nervous excitment
