HARPER
It's clear the man is quickening his pace and keeping his phrases terse likely in hopes of dissuading Harper from joining him. Joke's on Loren, because Harper is quite the stubborn fool, and very good at jogging. Sticking close behind the taller man like a particularly irritating brand of fungi, blue eyes dart around the labyrinth with shining curiosity. It's still definitely out of a B-rated horror film, but at least he'll get to die a cool dramatic death when Loren inevitably trips Harper to sacrifice him to whatever is sure to try and eat them.
Harper jogs along to keep pace with the longer legs he's stalking, feeling distinctly amused at himself despite Loren's getaway attempts. "Hm, interesting. I'm not great at plants, but well. I'm here! So what does it look like?" A roundabout way of saying 'you're stuck with me, might as well give in and let me help.'
Harper jogs along to keep pace with the longer legs he's stalking, feeling distinctly amused at himself despite Loren's getaway attempts. "Hm, interesting. I'm not great at plants, but well. I'm here! So what does it look like?" A roundabout way of saying 'you're stuck with me, might as well give in and let me help.'
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
that they call the love of God
