The man falls into step behind him, saying nothing.
In the silence after all of his dramatic monologues, Ruggie's ears are sensitive enough to pick up the sounds of more voices in the darkness: they don't appear to be whispers, but normal tones up to shouting, some louder than others--but all at some great, muffled distance, like maybe he's hearing fighting from a safe(?) distance. On a whole, though, they're all aggressive, angry.
At some point--it may have been a minute, it may have been an hour, time is strange here--something in the blood and worse sloshing around his feet makes a grab at his ankle.
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Re: the delights of a human's heart
Date: 2022-09-04 11:14 pm (UTC)In the silence after all of his dramatic monologues, Ruggie's ears are sensitive enough to pick up the sounds of more voices in the darkness: they don't appear to be whispers, but normal tones up to shouting, some louder than others--but all at some great, muffled distance, like maybe he's hearing fighting from a safe(?) distance. On a whole, though, they're all aggressive, angry.
At some point--it may have been a minute, it may have been an hour, time is strange here--something in the blood and worse sloshing around his feet makes a grab at his ankle.