The awkward silence wasn't so silent in her own head (though it was just as awkward)-- her brain was racing, trying to find an out. Technically she could probably climb the wall of the alley and disappear across the rooftops-- there probably wouldn't be anybody randomly watching the tops of buildings right this second.
But this had stretched onwards too long. If she'd ollied out the moment she sent that hunter packing, that might've worked, but no. Too late for that.
So after a moment or so, she heaved a smoky sigh and reached up to fluff up the tuft of scraggly blond mane (fur? feathers? it was hard to tell) on top of her head.
"What, you don't recognize me? C'mon, Zilla. I'm hurt," she said, feebly trying to sound casual.
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The awkward silence wasn't so silent in her own head (though it was just as awkward)-- her brain was racing, trying to find an out. Technically she could probably climb the wall of the alley and disappear across the rooftops-- there probably wouldn't be anybody randomly watching the tops of buildings right this second.
But this had stretched onwards too long. If she'd ollied out the moment she sent that hunter packing, that might've worked, but no. Too late for that.
So after a moment or so, she heaved a smoky sigh and reached up to fluff up the tuft of scraggly blond mane (fur? feathers? it was hard to tell) on top of her head.
"What, you don't recognize me? C'mon, Zilla. I'm hurt," she said, feebly trying to sound casual.