For a moment, she wonders if he’s seeing things that aren’t there, because he does sound entirely too calm for someone who’s claiming there are monsters in the shadows. And then he mentions that he’s been cut.
“It cut you?” A glance down verifies the blood, and even if she doesn’t see an actual wound it’s dark and that doesn’t mean it’s not hidden under his clothes. And, anyway, physical proof is all she needs to start splashing her way through the accumulated water back in the direction of where she’d left her bike.
Then she realizes that it’s not just dark but getting darker in a way that makes her skin crawl. It feels wrong and slimy and unsettling, and even if it’s not the sheer panic she’d felt at being locked in the room, it’s more than enough to tell her they don’t need to stay here.
“Do you have a ride?” She’ll take him with her if not, it’s fine, but it’s going to come with a stern warning to avoid any skin. Not that she’s got much showing anyway, but old habits and all.
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“It cut you?” A glance down verifies the blood, and even if she doesn’t see an actual wound it’s dark and that doesn’t mean it’s not hidden under his clothes. And, anyway, physical proof is all she needs to start splashing her way through the accumulated water back in the direction of where she’d left her bike.
Then she realizes that it’s not just dark but getting darker in a way that makes her skin crawl. It feels wrong and slimy and unsettling, and even if it’s not the sheer panic she’d felt at being locked in the room, it’s more than enough to tell her they don’t need to stay here.
“Do you have a ride?” She’ll take him with her if not, it’s fine, but it’s going to come with a stern warning to avoid any skin. Not that she’s got much showing anyway, but old habits and all.