And what fun would it be if Norfinbury actually translated Groot-speak? The figure currently digging through the closet stopped and rose, revealing itself to be a tall, muscular man with blue eyes that widened as he looked up at the tree-creature before him. That hadn't sounded like a greeting in the slightest, to say nothing of the raised fists and ready stance. Just his luck, to finally meet someone else, and it might be in a fight...
"Ah...h-hello, Groot..."
Enoch stepped back a bit, hands raised to show he wasn't intending to fight. He doesn't feel like he can, really, he's forgotten how to deal with normal human limits.
"My name is Enoch, and I've no intention to fight you. Are you looking for shelter? We can share this place..."
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"Ah...h-hello, Groot..."
Enoch stepped back a bit, hands raised to show he wasn't intending to fight. He doesn't feel like he can, really, he's forgotten how to deal with normal human limits.
"My name is Enoch, and I've no intention to fight you. Are you looking for shelter? We can share this place..."