[She edges over in the babiest of steps, wincing as she hears the whuff of dinosaur breath. What if it's just scenting the air, trying to tell if she's a good meal?
God. She's going to die in this car.
Her hand draped in his and stifling a body-wide tremble, Toko follows his lead. Though her seething hisses are directed to him, her sidelong glances are always to the beast on his other side.]
You m-must be really pleased with yourself, after that message from the conductor. How does it feel to be right about everything?
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S-stop asking for the impossible.
[She edges over in the babiest of steps, wincing as she hears the whuff of dinosaur breath. What if it's just scenting the air, trying to tell if she's a good meal?
God. She's going to die in this car.
Her hand draped in his and stifling a body-wide tremble, Toko follows his lead. Though her seething hisses are directed to him, her sidelong glances are always to the beast on his other side.]
You m-must be really pleased with yourself, after that message from the conductor. How does it feel to be right about everything?