[ Oh, don't worry, he's staying put, yo. He's staying right here. Like a good dog. Although... As Claire begins approaching it, Jesse shifts uneasily on the spot, gripping his sleeping bag to his chest tight. He swallows. He wonders if he should, like... be back up, somehow. In case that thing ain't friendly. In case it's actually angry or something.
With shaky hands, Jesse sets down his bong on the nearest surface, and his sleeping bag is discarded in a heap on the floor. He braves a step forward, and says to Claire in an urgent stage whisper meant only for her: ]
D-Don't get too close, yo! Could be like... tr-tryna lure you to it!
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With shaky hands, Jesse sets down his bong on the nearest surface, and his sleeping bag is discarded in a heap on the floor. He braves a step forward, and says to Claire in an urgent stage whisper meant only for her: ]
D-Don't get too close, yo! Could be like... tr-tryna lure you to it!