Being carried around like a princess isn’t haw Tim thought this week was going to go. The question from the other side of the door has him grabbing onto to Guardian’s shoulder. Don’t put him down. Don’t give up the ruse.
But Guardian lies smoothly, as if suggesting that he “eliminated” Tim is nothing to him. He’s so calm that Tim can’t believe it when the agent knows that there’s something amiss. Cra-
The thought bubble is left hanging in the air, because Guardian doesn’t wait around to spin out the falsehood, and the world melts into a streak that Tim’s eyes can’t track at all. To compare it to what happens when you’re tumbling - they’re not on the same plane.
I think we should stay in the city…
Is it odd that his brain isn’t scrambled like an egg? If he been warned, he would’ve expected nausea, but he’s fine. Confused, but he’s nodding along with Guardian’s plan like this isn’t madness.
“SOP - standard operating procedures. Nevermind.” Cop shows again? Tim’s not sure, but he knows it’s right. He has very little to contribute. “I know how to use hair dye? Um - how long do you think they’ll look for me - us?”
They are apparently an us now. “We could go to my parents house to get food, if you think we can beat them there. I know we can’t stay there. But there are hair clippers and clothes there.”
He waves a hand at Guardian’s brightly coloured, tight uniform.
“It’s going to take more than glasses to hide you. You’re the kind of person people doubletake.”
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But Guardian lies smoothly, as if suggesting that he “eliminated” Tim is nothing to him. He’s so calm that Tim can’t believe it when the agent knows that there’s something amiss. Cra-
The thought bubble is left hanging in the air, because Guardian doesn’t wait around to spin out the falsehood, and the world melts into a streak that Tim’s eyes can’t track at all. To compare it to what happens when you’re tumbling - they’re not on the same plane.
I think we should stay in the city…
Is it odd that his brain isn’t scrambled like an egg? If he been warned, he would’ve expected nausea, but he’s fine. Confused, but he’s nodding along with Guardian’s plan like this isn’t madness.
“SOP - standard operating procedures. Nevermind.” Cop shows again? Tim’s not sure, but he knows it’s right. He has very little to contribute. “I know how to use hair dye? Um - how long do you think they’ll look for me - us?”
They are apparently an us now. “We could go to my parents house to get food, if you think we can beat them there. I know we can’t stay there. But there are hair clippers and clothes there.”
He waves a hand at Guardian’s brightly coloured, tight uniform.
“It’s going to take more than glasses to hide you. You’re the kind of person people doubletake.”