[ ..Well. They've still drawn the knife, still taking small steps back- small enough that they're still losing distance. ]
..what. the /hell/. is this.
[ ..Their voice is trembling. As is the rest of them, holding their blade like the sole survivor of some wretched killer. ]
local idiot dogthey
You hold your hands up, fully open, trying to signal that you don't mean any harm as you continue your slow advance towards Kris.
...it's still you.
[ /Immediately/, they stagger back, eyes wide behind their bangs. Their hand flies into their pocket, but they don't take anything out /just/ yet. Their breath is rapid.
This isn't good. This is /not/ good. ]
local idiot dogthey
You look at Kris and tilt your head inquisitively, before beginning to slowly, cautiously, walk towards them.
...it's still you.
[ . . .
Distant, /horrified/ staring. ]
local idiot dogthey
You wonder if anyone other than Kris knows what you are.
