[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 420px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; ] He hadn't exactly meant for this to happen.
Sendak had encountered the loot after approximately an hour of aimlessly wandering and expertly avoiding social interaction with these weird moor aliens. The box was almost the size of him - which he noted with fierce indignity - and not anything too impressive to look at.
Sendak kicked it over, because of course he did.
Out spilled shiny baubles and accessories, clattering out with a sharp noise. The Galra lurched back, ridiculously big ears cupping forward in alarm. He even almost cried for help, before realizing what it was and immediately feeling stupid. Sendak poked a pale purple paw at the pile, brow furrowing in thought. Well, this wasn't really his type of thing, but maybe somebody else would want something...?
"Uh...??" He started out oh so eloquently, raising his voice and throwing it over his shoulder hesitantly.
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i.
npc x npc - attack in bold #826373 - feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions - all opinions are ic - faceclaim is sendak (v:ld) - medium physically & mentally
ii.
resembles a domestic feline - mauve fur - awkwardly big ears - bright yellow eye - no pupil - one eye's gone - lowkey an alien - The Fluffiest Kid Ever - stubby lil tail - roughly five months old
iii.
determined - skeptical - hard-working - stubborn little sh*t - Angry™ - developing sadistic tendencies - trying his best
iv.
telepathy (undiscovered) - super strength (undiscovered)