Dick pumps his grip enough to remind her it’s there, and gives the order in a hissing abyssal dialect, delivered quietly in aside to his collar. It’d be easy to assume he speaks Snake. He technically does.
She spirals down the interior of his sleeve at a gliding clip, from around the shoulder to the elbow, and around the elbow to his wrist, until she’s ribboned out from beneath the cuff and across the bridge of their thumbs. She noses to scoop the spade of her head in under the lip of Wysteria’s sleeve as a matter of course -- that’s where snakes go -- and will immediately try to burrow the rest of herself in after it, if so allowed.
She’s Miss Poppell’s problem, as soon as Dickerson is sure she isn’t about to be catapulted across the room for overstepping.
no subject
“I trust you’ll take good care of her.”
Dick pumps his grip enough to remind her it’s there, and gives the order in a hissing abyssal dialect, delivered quietly in aside to his collar. It’d be easy to assume he speaks Snake. He technically does.
She spirals down the interior of his sleeve at a gliding clip, from around the shoulder to the elbow, and around the elbow to his wrist, until she’s ribboned out from beneath the cuff and across the bridge of their thumbs. She noses to scoop the spade of her head in under the lip of Wysteria’s sleeve as a matter of course -- that’s where snakes go -- and will immediately try to burrow the rest of herself in after it, if so allowed.
She’s Miss Poppell’s problem, as soon as Dickerson is sure she isn’t about to be catapulted across the room for overstepping.
He is still holding on.
Just in case.