Philip would be flattered, he supposes, if he knew the exquisite standards of eeriness his memories were living up to. And they didn't even run into the portals yet, let alone any of the exploding ketchup, or disembodied voices (though for some reason he just can't bring himself to be especially broken up about that).
He laughs out loud, and the echo along the concrete tunnels promptly reminds him that he really shouldn't have laughed out loud. They'd never know what to panic about, come on, that's a good one though.
Still, he stops in his tracks, just in case. They don't always growl outright, actually it's usually to late once they do, but their paws, their claws always make that clacking sound on the floor, just enough to hear them coming, if you try. Philip tries. And hears nothing. Whew.
"Anything good to panic about in Wonderland lately? Other than this, I mean?"
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He laughs out loud, and the echo along the concrete tunnels promptly reminds him that he really shouldn't have laughed out loud. They'd never know what to panic about, come on, that's a good one though.
Still, he stops in his tracks, just in case. They don't always growl outright, actually it's usually to late once they do, but their paws, their claws always make that clacking sound on the floor, just enough to hear them coming, if you try. Philip tries. And hears nothing. Whew.
"Anything good to panic about in Wonderland lately? Other than this, I mean?"