The second my bugs settled on the intruder and felt that familiar emanation of outward pressure, like a faint breeze, I calmed down.
That would be Grue. Hi!
I felt a mite embarrassed as I made my way downstairs to greet Grue.
It’s okay, he was probably expecting it.
“Christ, T- Skitter!” he exclaimed, the second he saw me.
…right. “Every bug” is probably a bit much.
“What?”
“Your, um-” he gestured at Sierra shaking his hand, agitated.
Drone. If it were up to me, anyway.
So what did Sierra do, when– oh! That’s not it. Taylor seems to have forgotten she’s out of costume.
Whoops!
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