[ before even taking a step back towards the path, he could feel himself being pulled back into his thoughts. drowning in that overwhelming feeling of dread, wherein his mind would scramble to find any reason (all the reasons) to justify the feeling.
her gentle bite draws him back, teeth puncturing just enough to jar him out of his thoughts. the smile he gives her is strained, but sincere. he doesn't move his hand out of her mouth, allowing her to draw him along. ]
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her gentle bite draws him back, teeth puncturing just enough to jar him out of his thoughts. the smile he gives her is strained, but sincere. he doesn't move his hand out of her mouth, allowing her to draw him along. ]
Thanks, Lassie... Good girl.
[ honestly, he feels better already. ]