[The enormous, horrifying centipede from hell has not stirred. It's curled up by what looks a lot like a dog house, and only the spasmodic twitching of its many, awful limbs lets Alison know she's dealing with a live one.
Which is really, really gross. She doesn't quail at most things, but who liked centipedes?
She's about to jump over the second fence when the voice makes her start. Her grip goes white-knuckled on the fence board, then relaxes.]
The circus, definitely. [A quip that's only slightly breathless, her voice low and perhaps a bit strained, if one knew what to look for.] Always wanted to be a lion tamer. Can you get out of the way?
hi shay!
Which is really, really gross. She doesn't quail at most things, but who liked centipedes?
She's about to jump over the second fence when the voice makes her start. Her grip goes white-knuckled on the fence board, then relaxes.]
The circus, definitely. [A quip that's only slightly breathless, her voice low and perhaps a bit strained, if one knew what to look for.] Always wanted to be a lion tamer. Can you get out of the way?