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[latenightmoon]

[A hand reaches up out of the lake, followed by a clump of seaweed-wait no that's a person. Allison pulls herself up onto the bank and kicks the alligator that had its jaws around her leg.]

Piss. Off.

[The octopus she escaped from looks a bit put out as it surfaces and she takes a moment to shake her fist at it in a threatening manner.]

How the

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[brambleroad]

[ and that right there is a pair of arms around her waist to pull her further onto shore... and then some, maybe. ]

[latenightmoon]

[She tenses up for a second then breathes a sigh of relief.] You have perfect timing. Mister Eight and Sir lots of teeth were trying to see if British girls taste like chicken.

[brambleroad]

They should have just asked. [ hugs her tight ] I missed you.

[latenightmoon]

That implies they didn't want to get a free sample. [hugs him tightly back.] I missed you too, seemed like forever till I found myself back here.

[brambleroad]

You can tell me all about it later. Do we need to get you to the infirmary?

[latenightmoon]

Only if they can mend my pride. That alligator tried to get a rump roast.

[brambleroad]

They can't. But maybe I can?

days later I realize I read this wrong

[latenightmoon]

I didn't get bit but some pride mending from you could help.