“Like, this would totally be a great time to find out that, like, somebody here can pick locks, you know?”
Shane rumbled, the vibration staggering up Kiel's leg from where the shadowkin was pressed against his ankle. Like, that spot was about the only place he was warm, but, like, “It tickles, it tickles!” She yawned, and Kiel went back to staring stupidly at the huge wooden door blocking his path.
Like, it really was huge. For sers! He couldn't figure out how people opened the damn thing back then. Like, weren't the original priests human? That was kinda like if Kiel cooked himself a bunch of food and laid it all out nice and yummy on the table - and then shut and locked the door so he couldn't get to it. “Who the Hel even does that, you know?” It didn't matter that he hadn't voiced the whole train of thought - again - because the concept was too ridiculous for words.
“Or,” he considered, his eyes lighting up at the prospect for as long as it took him to realise it what it meant: “Maybe the doors don't even go anywhere. Like, maybe they're decoys! Maybe there's a room full of booby traps, or, like, a nest full of vlareon waiting for us!” The excitement died right away and he let loose a “Wah!” that shot him right across the tunnel to press against the wall, glowering at the door like it had bitten him.
Shane stared at him and yawned yet again from where he'd left her, her tail flicking ever so lazily against her butt. “Ahhh, you can look like that, but don't be poofing into monkey form and cowering behind me if a vlareon jumps out, you know?” She never cowered - except from the sunlight - so he was being kinda mean, and she told him so with a huff as she turned her back on him.
Pulling away from the wall, Kiel righted his hat and raised his voice. “Like, hey, hey, anyone know how to pick, like, a really giant lock?”
Shane rumbled, the vibration staggering up Kiel's leg from where the shadowkin was pressed against his ankle. Like, that spot was about the only place he was warm, but, like, “It tickles, it tickles!” She yawned, and Kiel went back to staring stupidly at the huge wooden door blocking his path.
Like, it really was huge. For sers! He couldn't figure out how people opened the damn thing back then. Like, weren't the original priests human? That was kinda like if Kiel cooked himself a bunch of food and laid it all out nice and yummy on the table - and then shut and locked the door so he couldn't get to it. “Who the Hel even does that, you know?” It didn't matter that he hadn't voiced the whole train of thought - again - because the concept was too ridiculous for words.
“Or,” he considered, his eyes lighting up at the prospect for as long as it took him to realise it what it meant: “Maybe the doors don't even go anywhere. Like, maybe they're decoys! Maybe there's a room full of booby traps, or, like, a nest full of vlareon waiting for us!” The excitement died right away and he let loose a “Wah!” that shot him right across the tunnel to press against the wall, glowering at the door like it had bitten him.
Shane stared at him and yawned yet again from where he'd left her, her tail flicking ever so lazily against her butt. “Ahhh, you can look like that, but don't be poofing into monkey form and cowering behind me if a vlareon jumps out, you know?” She never cowered - except from the sunlight - so he was being kinda mean, and she told him so with a huff as she turned her back on him.
Pulling away from the wall, Kiel righted his hat and raised his voice. “Like, hey, hey, anyone know how to pick, like, a really giant lock?”