(It appreciates the tranquility of the man. His son? Only a boy. Only a boy.)
(Its grip on the shirt loosens, and it moves its tendril back a little with silent agreement. It was wary; it didn't want this boy to be taken from it, but it knew he was hurt. Yes, it knew that much.)
(Its grip on the shirt loosens, and it moves its tendril back a little with silent agreement. It was wary; it didn't want this boy to be taken from it, but it knew he was hurt. Yes, it knew that much.)
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Where does it hurt, Randall? What happened?
(It warbles, small barbs appearing on its surface, small spicules emerging from the bottom as it prepared to run.)
mmm ,m
(;OwO)
Your leg certainly looks… a bit out of sorts. We’ll have to get you to the hospital.