Cammie plops down on the bench beside him and sets Fergie down on her lap, though he quickly hops off onto the floor with his ears upright and listening to their surroundings.
As soon as he’s down, she pulls herself into her signature crouch.
“Aye, I remember,” she says with a nod, and okay, yeah, if this has something to do with the weird alien armour— well, the weird, alien looking crab thing makes infinitely more sense already. “Guessin’ there’s somethin’ more to it?”
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Cammie plops down on the bench beside him and sets Fergie down on her lap, though he quickly hops off onto the floor with his ears upright and listening to their surroundings.
As soon as he’s down, she pulls herself into her signature crouch.
“Aye, I remember,” she says with a nod, and okay, yeah, if this has something to do with the weird alien armour— well, the weird, alien looking crab thing makes infinitely more sense already. “Guessin’ there’s somethin’ more to it?”