IT WAS A WEIRD FEELING stepping foot on the Terran surface again. Flashes of the years following the snap plagued his thoughts. A time of true despair akin to the loneliness felt after escaping his captors. A brief shake of the head dismissed such notions, though the feeling was not so distant. The much more recent disbandment served as the catalyst which reignited that feeling, though it did not burn as bright. There was an air of impermanence to this separation and a much more tangible proximity. This was the reason behind the Earth visit. Taking advantage of said proximity, in a sense.

Ears flicked and fluttered about, tracking the cacophonous noise of human life. Hushed murmurs, baited gasps, and shuffling feet seemed most prominent; a reaction to his presence no doubt. It's almost as if these humans had never seen a RACCOON before. Nevertheless, he didn't have time to or see a good reason to address the gathering crowd. It'd likely insight a panic if they heard him speak. Instead, the focus was on his communicator, which blinked rhythmically in his hands.

" ya better answer, ya jerk... "

@outlawiism plotted.

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