[ that. admittedly does get the vines to halt completely in their midst, particularly john's heart skips a beat wherein he thinks he's been realized. thankfully, from within his jacket, he does feel the book pressed to his side.
his brows furrow, mouth twisting ]
I'm— [ ah. he shifts. ] —How do you mean that, messing with his mind?
no subject
his brows furrow, mouth twisting ]
I'm— [ ah. he shifts. ] —How do you mean that, messing with his mind?