“Whatcha thinking, dork?”
“You’re still calling me that?”
This isn’t the format of text messages in this story, so Alec and Taylor are either in the same place or talking over the phone. The latter sounds unlikely from what’s being said.
And if they’re in the same place, it’s probably morning. Let’s go attack the Chosen. Maybe. Or maybe that’s high-priority but not quite first on the list of to-dos.
Regent chuckled. He was walking down the center of the street with Imp. I was keeping to the sidewalk out of habit, and because the raised concrete path was fractionally higher, so I wasn’t wading in quite so much water.
I’m reminded of this piece of fanart by ImSkeptical:
Though it seems like Skitter and Impgent have switched places.
And the others might not be here? At least Taylor hasn’t described their placements yet.
“Just thinking about priorities,” I told him.
“Yeah, Tattletale kept trying to rope me into the planning phase last night. Not my thing.”
Heh. Fair enough.
Planning is not really my thing either, even though I prefer to know what I’m doing.
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