Eliot looks up to find that there are witnesses to his indignity, and his frown deepens. A man and a talking cat, both equally scruffy.
"Great," he says to the cat, "there's more of you. Any other spirit guides showing up to the fail party?" Eliot climbs to his feet and brushes twigs off his pants. Another dream wardrobe ruined.
The bird stops her squawking and puffs up, casting disparaging glances between Eliot and the newcomers. "Eliot," she says in as stuffy a manner you'd expect from a bird, "if you would actually use those observational skills of yours for a moment you'd see that they are not part of your subconscious. Not everything is about you."
Eliot chooses to ignore that particular jibe, though he does give the bird the stink-eye. "Well if they're not then who-" Eliot clears his throat and addresses the man, he wants to have as little conversation with sassimals as possible. "-who are you, then?"
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"Great," he says to the cat, "there's more of you. Any other spirit guides showing up to the fail party?" Eliot climbs to his feet and brushes twigs off his pants. Another dream wardrobe ruined.
The bird stops her squawking and puffs up, casting disparaging glances between Eliot and the newcomers. "Eliot," she says in as stuffy a manner you'd expect from a bird, "if you would actually use those observational skills of yours for a moment you'd see that they are not part of your subconscious. Not everything is about you."
Eliot chooses to ignore that particular jibe, though he does give the bird the stink-eye. "Well if they're not then who-" Eliot clears his throat and addresses the man, he wants to have as little conversation with sassimals as possible. "-who are you, then?"