[Likewise, she's just another Summoned to him. Maybe a little shorter than most, but outliers like Nanaue tend to skew the average. That's an unimportant detail. What matters is that Summoned tend to stick together, especially within factions. It doesn't surprise him that she goes along with fleeing the scene.
Her question has him glancing back at her, a tense expression on his face. His voice is low but not quite a whisper to match her own.]
It's a long story. [Forgive him for forgoing the details. He hopes it makes sense to her regardless.] I can't be certain. The last time I encountered this, it was the work of m—
[That's all he gets out before another voice joins the conversation at full volume.]
Where are you going? I just got here.
[Michael stops the instant he hears it, stilling and going rigid before the sentence is even finished. He knows that voice. His head whips around to face the suddenly occupied path ahead.
Sure enough, it's all five feet something of Chuck. The tone of His voice is playful and His expression filled with false cheer, but Michael knows how to read Him better than that, even in this body. There's a hard set to His posture and an edge in His look that suggests displeasure. If there's any joy in Him, it's that of a cat getting ready to bat a mouse around until there's no longer a single unbroken bone in its body.]
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Her question has him glancing back at her, a tense expression on his face. His voice is low but not quite a whisper to match her own.]
It's a long story. [Forgive him for forgoing the details. He hopes it makes sense to her regardless.] I can't be certain. The last time I encountered this, it was the work of m—
[That's all he gets out before another voice joins the conversation at full volume.]
Where are you going? I just got here.
[Michael stops the instant he hears it, stilling and going rigid before the sentence is even finished. He knows that voice. His head whips around to face the suddenly occupied path ahead.
Sure enough, it's all five feet something of Chuck. The tone of His voice is playful and His expression filled with false cheer, but Michael knows how to read Him better than that, even in this body. There's a hard set to His posture and an edge in His look that suggests displeasure. If there's any joy in Him, it's that of a cat getting ready to bat a mouse around until there's no longer a single unbroken bone in its body.]