Originally Posted by Miss Pleasant"I'm more of a cat person myself -- and yes, I know that's strange."
And indeed he did, until he got distracted by the view. Sparky stayed on Cinder's shoulder for fifteen minutes or so, watching for danger or shiny objects as the team bushwhacked through the thorns. After a short time, though, he discovered the hood on Cinder's sweatshirt: a new and exciting development indeed, given that his best friend wore suits almost all of the time. This, apparently, was some kind of ingenious phone nest attached to the back of a person's neck. The end result was that Sparky had a very cozy place to go into sleep mode for a while -- only to wake back up and skitter into Underwood's breast pocket when they reached the door. Moral support, and all that.
Originally Posted by Miss Lamothe"I'm alright."
"You and me, sister, we have different definitions of 'all right.'" The reporter was clearly seven kinds of uncomfortable with what had just happened, even after looking Erin over for lingering signs of malaise. Finding none, he patted her once more on the back and released his grip, still looking profoundly uneasy.
"We're going to get where we need to be, and we're going to get out. And we're going to do it quickly." In lieu of a flashlight, Sparky popped his head out of Underwood's pocket, only to be tamped down again by the reporter's hand. "Not now, kid. Got to keep on the down-low."
He dug his silver Zippo out of his pocket instead, sparking it for a halo of grey light. "Speaking of which…Miss Lamothe, d'you feel up to doing disguises? Better safe than the alternative…"
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