Even without its eyes, the slime's life flashes before itself as the monster [sub]([@Samdragonx])[/sub] stoops to make contact. Two arms burst out, raised in a surrender, or to imply, [i]"Keep away."[/i] The viscous bundle shifts, bubbles, and gurgles to account for the new allocation of mass. 

These arms are small, wrapped in the same putty-like substance imitating baggy fabric. Exposed are the hands, a charred black complexion - inherent, as if whatever the slime really is was born with it, not burned. 

When the beast hunkers off, it stays. It lingers instead by the two men before, preferring the one without the "nice teeth," [sub]([@MikkishtheLeprechaun])[/sub] so nice, apparently, that they needed to be covered before. 

The slime's temperature returns to a comfortable warmth, and with the support of its arms, drags itself in front of the man's feet.