I was nervous, returning to Bitch’s spot with lunch in hand.
Okay, good, nothing important happened on the lunch run. Probably.
It may have seemed silly of me to worry that something would, but it’s genuinely a direction the story could’ve taken. It wasn’t the most likely one, but possible enough to be worth considering.
It wasn’t just that I’d left her alone with an uncontrollable beast composed almost entirely of fangs, nails, bone and muscle. It was that it was lunchtime.
Ohh boy. It’s a notably social situation when you do it together.
Between countless run-ins with the bullies, getting in contact with the Undersiders and the bank robbery, it felt like stuff seemed to go down around noon.
Honestly, yeah, that’s a fair assessment by this point.
A lot of the events in this story so far would typically happen in the evening or at night if they were placed in most other works, but that’s not how Wildbow rolls, it seems.