“You’re gonna be too slow. You’ll get us caught.”
He lifted her up and practically flung her onto his shoulder. Then he called out repeatedly to try to listen for his echo.
“Hello?! Stupid echo. What a dumb way to find an exit. Whatever happened to arrows or signs?”
“Dustp-“ He trailed behind the abnormally tall sorcerer. He rested his arms across his chest.
“I can’t cook worth a damn. I can hunt and trap, but don’t ask me to cook anything unless you want it burnt.”
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(He swatted at the sorcerer’s hand.)
“Haha. Height joke. I don’t recall giving you permission to touch me.”
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“Huh. So, what I’m hearing is that you’re some kind of key to getting wishes granted. Sounds like a highly likely kidnapping situation. Are you able to defend yourself?”
He rested both hands on his hips and stared with bright curiosity.
“I prefer powder or loose leaf. You need a mixer for the rum or do you drink it straight?”
He looked around them once more to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. Then he nodded towards the next aisle.
“Looks like they’ve got tea over there.”
He rested his tea cup next to him on the floor. A harsh, distant expression shaded his eyes. He closed them for a moment and took a deep inhale.
“Just…terrible shit from long ago. The kind of shit that sticks with you and you can’t get rid of. Normally, I can suppress it, but-
What’s with the walking upside-down shit anyway? How do you do that?
(He blatantly ignored Satoru’s quips about his murder record.)
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