Wiggles continues to stay juuust out of reach, jumping up onto things (and people sometimes) whenever the opportunity presents itself, but otherwise just speeding along on the floor and sometimes the walls.

One car, two cars, and suddenly words just... blossom in Devero's mind. Like a purple-black ink-blot, seeming to form out of order and yet still making a coherent phrase. The actual 'voice' is indescribably alien and strange, enough to make a human brain stutter.

нⷩuͧmͫaͣn foͦrͬmͫ,̓ iͥdͩiͥoͦᴛⷮ.