That ain't me. [He squints at the way she talks about magic. He did, but, with a short glance upwards, he doesn't see the bird nearby nor feels it. It usually chirps its own presence even before it dissipates.
So something is amiss.]
That's the point. [Voice a low tone. He's not sure why he's so sure about those intentions, but he feels them spread out and scattered all around them, pinpricking Mamoru's hackles to raise at the threat. It's a taunt. A test, even, if he considered the girl.
His hand on Lottie's shoulder tightens slightly — a warning in itself.] Describe to me what's happening. Quick.
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So something is amiss.]
That's the point. [Voice a low tone. He's not sure why he's so sure about those intentions, but he feels them spread out and scattered all around them, pinpricking Mamoru's hackles to raise at the threat. It's a taunt. A test, even, if he considered the girl.
His hand on Lottie's shoulder tightens slightly — a warning in itself.] Describe to me what's happening. Quick.