Keep crawling

Okay, James thought, you'll only be calm if I'm crawling...great. He lowered himself back down, waiting for her to relax again before he moved. She observed him closely, seeming to dart between his face and every movement of his body. He opened the fridge and stared for a moment.

"Don't suppose you can tell me what you eat...", he mused aloud. He hadn't expected her to understand him, and she made no indication that she did. Though, seeming to sense his predicament, she cautiously moved next to him and began pawing at the drawers and containers he had. A tub of old Chinese food fell to the ground, and several pieces of shrimp plopped onto the floor. She held one up and tapped at it with her tongue, which he now saw was a light lavender color, before throwing it across the room.

"Hey!", he shouted. Her teeth bared again, and she backed away while hissing. He had to make a show of putting his hands back on the floor before her teeth retracted. "Okay...have it your way. I'll just...clean up after.", he said while moving away from the open door. She pushed her lips together, the space above her eyes turning up in a way that hinted at nervousness. Quickly, she snatched an unopened block of cheese and tapped her tongue on the wrapper. That, too, she threw across the room. James slumped back onto his butt. "Just...don't break things, okay?"