[ Naturally, Stiles does not immediately notice that the room’s other occupant appears to dry off quickly. Nor does he process the bird that has been pulled out from the locker like a magic trick. Eyes wide with alarm, he stares and stares and stares at Fukami. ]
H-hey, dude? [ he begins, voice lowered in a whisper. ] Don’t freak out, but… I think you’ve got company.
[ Stiles is, of course, referring to the octopus tentacles. It simply has yet to occur to him that they are a part of Fukami and not, say, the limbs of an overly clingy critter from the sea. ]
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H-hey, dude? [ he begins, voice lowered in a whisper. ] Don’t freak out, but… I think you’ve got company.
[ Stiles is, of course, referring to the octopus tentacles. It simply has yet to occur to him that they are a part of Fukami and not, say, the limbs of an overly clingy critter from the sea. ]