Marduk says something, but you don't hear. Castor's close enough to grab you now, now, and he's eyeing Riccin like he wants to haul off and pop them.
But that'd be wasting energy, and if there's drones - your mouth is dry and your pan feels like it's trying to churn in a hundred different directions at once, but god, if there's drone, you've got to amscray. Drones are super-duper, hellaciously bad, the one thing that both your lusus and Castor have both bitched you out about avoiding, and if they're close enough to freak Castor out...
Marduk's next to you, but you don't care: you start thrashing around, kicking and flailing with all four limbs. Riccin's arms are covered in cloth, and your claws aren't doing jack shit to the fabric but sliding off, so you start pummelling the arm with your fists instead. "Let me down," you demand, your voice raising to a shriek. "There's drones back there, I gotta go, let me down!"
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But that'd be wasting energy, and if there's drones - your mouth is dry and your pan feels like it's trying to churn in a hundred different directions at once, but god, if there's drone, you've got to amscray. Drones are super-duper, hellaciously bad, the one thing that both your lusus and Castor have both bitched you out about avoiding, and if they're close enough to freak Castor out...
Marduk's next to you, but you don't care: you start thrashing around, kicking and flailing with all four limbs. Riccin's arms are covered in cloth, and your claws aren't doing jack shit to the fabric but sliding off, so you start pummelling the arm with your fists instead. "Let me down," you demand, your voice raising to a shriek. "There's drones back there, I gotta go, let me down!"