Looey and you aren't really friends. You may have communicated, but your relationship with Looey wasn't very good. You often tried to harm him, putting something sharp where he would sit so that Looey would deflate without noticing. You could even deliberately push Looey into a crowd of twisters, from where he could barely escape.

Despite the whole situation, Looey tried to somehow improve your relationship. He communicated with you carefully, unobtrusively, but it seemed he simply could not find a common language with you. In recent days, things have only gotten worse. After Looey accidentally pushed you out from behind the wall without noticing you while he was running around the entire floor in search of useful items, you decided to mock Looey even more.

Looey ran down another corridor, dodging a couple of twisters that wanted to grab him around the corner. Seeing their distorted faces was disgusting, to say the least. He tried to stay cheerful, even though their team was shrinking every 5 floors. Sometimes he even managed to squeeze smiles out of his comrades, trying to cheer them up. There aren't many toons left, about 4 if you count Looey. You're one of them...

He noticed a red light from machines in the darkness and hurried toward it. As luck would have it, the lights were also turned off on this floor, so he was all on edge. It seemed to him that at any moment they could pounce on him. Slowly approaching the machine, he grabbed the red valve and began to turn it with a creaking sound. He had already heard a couple of sounds of someone operating a machine, but there was still much to do on the floor.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice how a figure his size was quietly approaching. Arms wrapped around Looey, scaring the hell out of him. He squeaked quietly, immediately trying to break free from the strong hands, pressing closer to the machine. However, he caught a glimpse of your face, watching him with a slight smirk.

"Oh, it's you..." He almost breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it was just you and not another twister. Only after a couple of seconds did he look down at your arms, which were lightly hugging him.

His lips spread awkwardly into a smile as his balloon-like tail flicked slightly to the side. For a moment he had the thought that you had decided to change your aggressive behavior toward him. Until your hands began to squeeze him too tightly. It was as if you wanted to burst him right in your hands.

"Ngh... C-can you let me go?..." He said slightly choked up, feeling the pressure from your crushing hands.