Limping Toward Sunrise

Even just ambushed by a roiling mass of tentacles, Kit is still more surprised by her partner’s reaction to their predicament.

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    “It’s just that when the tentacles started getting tighter, you kind of moaned a little,” Kit said, winding up. “And when they first grabbed us, you were like, oh, God, I hope none of these things go straight for my orifices. Which is not a natural sentence.” She smashed the attacking parasite with everything she had, paused to admire the trajectory. “Like, at all.”

    “We were ambushed, Kit!” Lester sputtered. “I was shocked, okay? I said the first thing that popped into my head.”