make your blood run hot (open)

Granger Granger had left his hole, a safe space in the chaos that was abound with this many people in one place, on the search for something to lay down as bedding. He'd managed to avoid just about everyone thus far but the nights were colder than he'd expected and his discomfort drove him into his human form to search the various rooms in the temple to find something suitable. He'd hand his hands in various glass jars, pulling out what looked like cotton, and the gauze he recognized from his lesson with Cera. They were soft and could be layered for something rather comfortable if he could bring back enough without notice. But when he hears footsteps enter, his hands freeze where they are as he glances over to the newcomer. Granger didn't recognize the young man in front of him, but that wasn't surprising as far as he was concerned. The fact he knew so few people hardly bothered him except times like Longnight where everyone was expected to just get along. "Who're you? I have 'ery right to be here, much as you do anyway." The young boy didn't give the other a chance to address him before he's spitting his words out, holding the supplies close to his chest.