Right. [Go ahead, Arles. Guillan will trot along beside him -- though his gaze sweeps around them near constantly, the paranoia of a wild creature outside his usual territory, alert and ready, all restless energy that can't keep still.
Though he's curious too, and easily distracted.]
What's that? I got one too. It ain't food. [He fishes his out and yeah it has teeth marks in it.]
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Though he's curious too, and easily distracted.]
What's that? I got one too. It ain't food. [He fishes his out and yeah it has teeth marks in it.]