[Glenn is doing his best! to not stumble! so when there are no walls to cling to, all of those tendrils cling onto Vincent. They even double in number, both wrapping around Vincent's torso for added support. Only one of them holds onto his arm.
[Glenn starts purring again, too, deep and sluggishly, the pitch shifting almost as if in an imitation of human inflection.
[But he doesn't stumble much more, the walk helping him somewhat. Marginally.]
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[Glenn starts purring again, too, deep and sluggishly, the pitch shifting almost as if in an imitation of human inflection.
[But he doesn't stumble much more, the walk helping him somewhat. Marginally.]