Already quite still, perhaps in the hope that he can recede enough into the darkness to avoid further contact with the goat, Silas holds his breath at the precarious balance struck between dashing rogue and hoofed mammal. As if the slightest sound might disrupt their bearing witness to this unique understanding.
Doki yells.
”Ssssst--” he turns sharply to hiss down at her, because this was (ostensibly) a stealth operation, only to catch a kick to the ankle for the effort. His near shoulder drops over a shuffled step, defensive alarm fleeting behind his eyes.
The hissing stopped as suddenly as if she dropped a bucket over his head.
Being on his shoulders sounds supremely unnecessary --
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Date: 2021-11-09 06:07 am (UTC)Doki yells.
”Ssssst--” he turns sharply to hiss down at her, because this was (ostensibly) a stealth operation, only to catch a kick to the ankle for the effort. His near shoulder drops over a shuffled step, defensive alarm fleeting behind his eyes.
The hissing stopped as suddenly as if she dropped a bucket over his head.
Being on his shoulders sounds supremely unnecessary --