His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
Before you set off to your home you extend your arm to take Sam's possessions, intending to sling the bag over your own bag with a practiced ease. "Here- I'll hold your bag. Wouldn' want anyone gettin' ideas about tryin' to snatch it. An' stick close, don' want ya gettin' lost."
You make your way down the cobble-paved road, glancing back occasionally to make sure Red's still close enough behind that he doesn't get lost. "Huh...? Ah, nah, just me'n my girl." It's an absent sort of answer, because you're distracted. There are eyes on the pair of you; you can sense them as much as see you, like the buzzing of flies at the corner of your awareness. Annoying twats, you think with a roll of your eyes, almost certainly wondering how bad an idea it would be to try and grab your companion's shit.
You make your way down the cobble-paved road, glancing back occasionally to make sure Red's still close enough behind that he doesn't get lost. "Huh...? Ah, nah, just me'n my girl." It's an absent sort of answer, because you're distracted. There are eyes on the pair of you; you can sense them as much as see you, like the buzzing of flies at the corner of your awareness. Annoying twats, you think with a roll of your eyes, almost certainly wondering how bad an idea it would be to try and grab your companion's shit.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
