[Getting accosted off the bat sends Richie into a skittering halt. His breath hitches in a yelp that's swallowed before it splatters against the silence.
It's only Prior. Richie holds his hand to his heart, stilling the beating and the huff of frantic breath.]
Up visiting Lou? [Whispering seems mandatory, drenched in flickering lights and static battering against the pressing silence. The hum of the pods. It seems a ripe setting for fanged and long clawed shapes to skulk through, scenting the air.
Could very well be, as a matter of fact. Richie steps quietly to Prior's side, eyes darting.]
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It's only Prior. Richie holds his hand to his heart, stilling the beating and the huff of frantic breath.]
Up visiting Lou? [Whispering seems mandatory, drenched in flickering lights and static battering against the pressing silence. The hum of the pods. It seems a ripe setting for fanged and long clawed shapes to skulk through, scenting the air.
Could very well be, as a matter of fact. Richie steps quietly to Prior's side, eyes darting.]
What makes you so sure?