For all the damn good it's doing him. He's still tripping over his feet while Persis grips his shoulder with her pointy little grabby hands. The lighter simply refuses to illuminate more than a dismal patch of space around his hand, even when balanced against a white surface. This place - this entire place, whatever it is, changing topography and all - absorbs light.
He can hear okay though, and he hears some snatches of conversation - two voices quipping back and forth, and then nothing. He hesitates, considering calling out, but Persis is so against that idea he can practically feel her vibrating. So he just keeps inching forward, hoping he doesn't-
He collides with another body suddenly enough that he dislodges Persis entirely. She hisses and skitters frantically into his hood, as if she were a real actual squirrel, even though they both know by now she is not that thing.
"Sorry-!" he blurts to whomever his collision partner is.
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For all the damn good it's doing him. He's still tripping over his feet while Persis grips his shoulder with her pointy little grabby hands. The lighter simply refuses to illuminate more than a dismal patch of space around his hand, even when balanced against a white surface. This place - this entire place, whatever it is, changing topography and all - absorbs light.
He can hear okay though, and he hears some snatches of conversation - two voices quipping back and forth, and then nothing. He hesitates, considering calling out, but Persis is so against that idea he can practically feel her vibrating. So he just keeps inching forward, hoping he doesn't-
He collides with another body suddenly enough that he dislodges Persis entirely. She hisses and skitters frantically into his hood, as if she were a real actual squirrel, even though they both know by now she is not that thing.
"Sorry-!" he blurts to whomever his collision partner is.