The walls listened, for that was all they could do, for all their existence, they could only listen. No other sensation had ever grazed them, not until now, for the first time of their presence in this tiny world, they felt a change. A disturbance, an abnormality, whatever it was, it... no, he, drew their interest. So they listened, and listened and listened.

Until he touched a part of them, they drew back a shiver, not wanting to interrupt him, as he wiped one of his small ends of his shape across a frustratingly tiny part of them. Off with it small specks of filth. It who should not be part of them. Not even a few moments passed and it came back once more. Covering their smooth walls with its disgusting uncleanness.

Stolen story; please report.

But they felt it, an entirely new sensation, the feeling of touch, it made them want for more, the anomaly's brief contact was not enough, they knew they couldn't hold their desire and longing for touch for too long. So they settled for a compromise, they reached out to the other, the not-them, it responded, instantly knowing what they wanted. The other made contact with the anomaly on their behalf, they almost couldn't stop themselves in time when it warned him of them.

They listened, and waited, something they discovered to be new, and listened some more. Eventually, they grew impatient, unsatisfied with the insufficient amount of touch they felt from him. So when he touched the not-them again, they shook themselves, moving in frustration. The anomaly paused, as they listened to the sound of his heartbeat and his sweat dripping down his back, they went quiet once more, satisfied with his reaction.