They've drawn the notice of another damn flower demon. This one, at least, has the sense to be properly terrified and run (... float?) off. Disappointingly, the first one doesn't go with it. Too busy trying to work its way under the leg of his pants while screaming "Bé! Bé!"
Maine is over it, and he can't be bothered to shake the stupid thing out because his eyes are tracking the source of the voice to - ]
North?
[ His voice, low and gravelly as ever, surprises him more than the knowledge that North is dead too. North's team was in trouble. Of course he's dead. Maine's hands rush to his neck. He expected to be a bloody torn-apart corpse, but his hands meet firm and dry flesh.
This is messed up. This is a mess that he's not dealing with. Maine decides North can deal with it.
He stomps over with the stupid weed half on his shoe and half in his pants, cheerfully chanting "Fla! Bé! Bé!" in time with his steps. Picking up the thing is more acknowledgement than he's comfortable with, and he's glaring as he dumps it with the other demon in North's hands. You like them, you keep them. ]
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They've drawn the notice of another damn flower demon. This one, at least, has the sense to be properly terrified and run (... float?) off. Disappointingly, the first one doesn't go with it. Too busy trying to work its way under the leg of his pants while screaming "Bé! Bé!"
Maine is over it, and he can't be bothered to shake the stupid thing out because his eyes are tracking the source of the voice to - ]
North?
[ His voice, low and gravelly as ever, surprises him more than the knowledge that North is dead too. North's team was in trouble. Of course he's dead. Maine's hands rush to his neck. He expected to be a bloody torn-apart corpse, but his hands meet firm and dry flesh.
This is messed up. This is a mess that he's not dealing with. Maine decides North can deal with it.
He stomps over with the stupid weed half on his shoe and half in his pants, cheerfully chanting "Fla! Bé! Bé!" in time with his steps. Picking up the thing is more acknowledgement than he's comfortable with, and he's glaring as he dumps it with the other demon in North's hands. You like them, you keep them. ]