[ Well, then. Thank god she was there to cheekpuff menacingly at passing strangers; who knows what any of them would have done to him? He could have been stepped on or kidnapped. Someone might have spilled their entire plate of mystery food on him. His clothes could have been stained.
Stained.
Cognitive ability slowly creeping back in, he props himself up on one arm, glancing warily around them before focusing on her. His first instinct is to ask who the hell she is, but it's become quite clear that he doesn't know anyone here. That can wait. But part of what she said sounded bizarre... ]
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Stained.
Cognitive ability slowly creeping back in, he props himself up on one arm, glancing warily around them before focusing on her. His first instinct is to ask who the hell she is, but it's become quite clear that he doesn't know anyone here. That can wait. But part of what she said sounded bizarre... ]
"It?"