[She wants to laugh, to enjoy his jokes, to push this off as something unreal and that they’ll definitely get out of. She has no reason to believe she won’t make it- Wonderland hasn’t killed her yet in well over a year- but there’s no reason to say it won’t, or that she should somehow relax. The door groans, and she’s only reminded of why they need to go, effective immediately.]
M-Me either.
[She scurries behind him, closely, trying to take as few steps as possible as her claws scrape on the wood. Her body shaking isn’t helping as it taps, and she’d hate to be the one that turned this into a real firefight.]
Is there-- is there anyplace around here that’s safe? Is there anywhere we c-could go?
no subject
M-Me either.
[She scurries behind him, closely, trying to take as few steps as possible as her claws scrape on the wood. Her body shaking isn’t helping as it taps, and she’d hate to be the one that turned this into a real firefight.]
Is there-- is there anyplace around here that’s safe? Is there anywhere we c-could go?