[ Jugram doesn’t respond, a quiet presence behind him. He’s actually a little grateful for the silence. It lets him think in peace, without the distraction of thinking of retorts to everything Jugram says. Around him, the grass ripples, as though it’s nodding sympathetically. Once, Bazz had spent hours lying on the ground on his stomach, watching the air stir his surroundings. The movement is hypnotic, reminiscent of waves on a lake.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bazz catches a glimpse of something on the ground. Inorganic, separate from the grass. Curiosity piqued, he takes a step forward, down into a small depression in the ground. Squats down so that he’s resting on his heels.
Bazz, of course, had found his own little ornaments on the other side of his door. He’d stashed them in a cubby, hidden away from the outside world. This hiding spot isn’t nearly that sophisticated. It must be what Jugram had wanted to put away, he realizes.
And then he takes a good look at the little figurine, and oh, for fuck’s sake. ]
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Out of the corner of his eye, Bazz catches a glimpse of something on the ground. Inorganic, separate from the grass. Curiosity piqued, he takes a step forward, down into a small depression in the ground. Squats down so that he’s resting on his heels.
Bazz, of course, had found his own little ornaments on the other side of his door. He’d stashed them in a cubby, hidden away from the outside world. This hiding spot isn’t nearly that sophisticated. It must be what Jugram had wanted to put away, he realizes.
And then he takes a good look at the little figurine, and oh, for fuck’s sake. ]
Really? Are you serious?