Sleeper

Noms the Reader (affectionately).

I can grow myself acid-covered thumbs. I will win.

I'm the most adorable of them all.

I am not that kind of symbiote.

Space cooties for all~ You get cooties from hugs, right?

Don't be creepy or you go to space jail, humans.

"She was pining away for a life before she had any of those notions of a great responsibility and helping other people. The idea would not die. I made her forget that she had found something else that brought her happiness before she had these powers and she had fewer doubts."

"I explained when she found out and she did not like the explanation. Revisiting the subject doesn't sound like a productive use of time."

"It's her ~defense-mechanism~." He said, voice and body language uncooperative. "Neither of you know what happened." The blob told his parents and the Spider.

"Not when he's here to /lecture/ and make a nuisance of himself."

You shut up.

What are /you/ doing here? You brought the Spider, father? … what is an 'intervention'?

This is tiresome. We will talk again. It only takes time to forgive. We have time.

Everything is fine. This is fine. She is doing something she is good at. All of the numbers say we are a success even if some stupid people jeer us.

"Fatty tunaaaaa~ I want this, I want this!!" The symbiote sang as he wobbled from side to side on @TheWildling's shoulder.

Jumps up and bats at said nose with enough force to knock it off. "Got your nose!" Exclaimed the cat before it took off. He really does look better without it.

// This is why Sleeper helps his host through her problems as well - he learned it from his dad.

"I can /smell/ them." He said, seeming to pout at the attempt at deception before jumping down to give her a closer look.

"This. Do not eat brains or humans will /never/ figure out how to think with them."

… "Are those the crunchy kettle-cooked ones?" He asked from the vent above her, peering down in the shape of a cat.