((OOC: Oh my. Sorry for missing reply turn. *Bows))
Flick jumped back in fear as Digital predicted, finding he didn't want to see the strange things come to life, remembering why he hated technology. He pouted and kept a quick pace as he skadooed up the stairs and found his clothes. Pinky was not pleased, and had begun to go feral again. He didn't want his new friend to think he didn't like him, so he bit into his wrist and held it near Pinky's mouth. The rat lapped up the blood, and started to change. It became calm, and it regarded Flick differently. His intelligence had been raised, for a rat anyway. With ease he crawled onto Flick's shoulder, obedient and happy.
"Best stuff in the world little guy," Flick told him, scratching Pinky's little rat belly. He put his bottoms back on, but stayed shirtless. He picked up the hoodie, and the all important bag. He hoped Digital had followed, and wondered if he'd say sorry for scaring him!