Galaxian likes laughter. He likes making others happy. He tries to exaggerate his expression. Now he looks cross-eyed. Weird little kiddo.

Galaxian switches to his normal expression, but looking a bit pleased with himself.

He grinned back, fiddling slightly with his hair, which was long as per usual.
"So, are you headed in any particular direction, Germaine?" he questioned. 

"Oh, that's good. A home is good," he rambled, like he usually tended to do. "It's a good place to go to or to be in."

"Meeting new people!" he piped immediately.

"I meant the good people," he clarified. "Meeting the good people."

(I sense some salt there loool)

"Creeps? Creepers? The plants? They're fine. Maybe they're more annoying for people who can actually get stuck in them," he said.

"Yeah yeah," he said. "You can!"

(What is this conversation lol)

He nodded. "Maybe the smaller you are the more likely you are to get stuck!"

"Nope! But Wuhan said he did a few days ago!"

"That's what I said." Galaxian corrected himself, "I meant he should be more careful."

"Exactly!" Galaxian exclaimed. "He said it's not his fault, though, that he got stuck in the first place."

Galaxian noticeably pauses at the notion.

"Cats," Galaxian said with no context, referring to the "If it fits I sits" logic by cats that sometimes led to them getting very stuck.

"Well, intelligence can't be pulled into everything," he said. "As beings with vaguely human-like consciousness, no one like you would consciously go finding places to entrap ourselves. But to cats, they exhibit a desire that seems as if to showcase their overall flexibility, in the process entrapping themselves in small areas or precarious areas."