[ She pulls him down, and he twists to land a grip on her arm in return — but the voice clicks, her face and the name she uses for him a moment later, and he stops short. ]
Quake, [ he returns through his muzzle, since they're saying names. His jaw works under the stiff material, the muscle at his temple betraying the flattening of his mouth. ]
You weren't going to jack in. [ he says as his eyes lift to scan for the scion's position without missing another beat, but he still sounds tense. Worried. Not the happiest, let's say. ]
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Quake, [ he returns through his muzzle, since they're saying names. His jaw works under the stiff material, the muscle at his temple betraying the flattening of his mouth. ]
You weren't going to jack in. [ he says as his eyes lift to scan for the scion's position without missing another beat, but he still sounds tense.
Worried. Not the happiest, let's say. ]