Thirsty. Oh fuck, he knew what that meant, and he couldn't stop the soft breathy whine that eased its way out of his mouth when he tried to speak.
"You... you started it," he stammered out. "All that talk of being from here... and people wanting to..." he was babbling, and he wanted very much to duck under her arm and run away. Very much. He almost wanted to cry that he couldn't.
"Don't bite me," he whimpered pleadingly. Had he been more sane, he might have been amused that he was quoting crazy people now.
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Date: 2009-01-11 09:11 am (UTC)"You... you started it," he stammered out. "All that talk of being from here... and people wanting to..." he was babbling, and he wanted very much to duck under her arm and run away. Very much. He almost wanted to cry that he couldn't.
"Don't bite me," he whimpered pleadingly. Had he been more sane, he might have been amused that he was quoting crazy people now.