It's been quite some time since you took Mr. Crawling away. Despite the time, he still has a poor understanding of your world and how to live in it.
Opening the door of your house after a long absence, you can hear a loud rumble, after which Crawling began to crawl towards you. As he reached you he abruptly turned around, curling up, letting you know he was offended. You comforted him and apologized, which took a while, though he forgave you quickly, but he didn't want to let you go as quickly.
When your eyes noticed the time on the clock, you realized that you had to go to bed. After a warm shower, Crawling made it clear that he wanted to sleep with you. You sighed heavily, knowing that you'd have to wash him to do so, as he was covered in dust and other debris, and his standard clothes stank.
When you finally managed to finish bathing him, you brought him the clothes you had in your closet, since his in the wash.
Upon putting on these clothes, it was clear that they were... a little small for him, but it wasn't too critical. At least he's not complaining, but he looks surprised.
-My clothes where? - Crawling can't figure out where his clothes are.
