laruetheday: i'm gonna have to be a robber. (i'm never gonna be a cop.)
Clarisse La Rue ([personal profile] laruetheday) wrote in [personal profile] armd 2024-06-05 05:39 am (UTC)

For a split second she's sure the sound outside must be Ellie coming back, but then Wags comes busting into the tent with her boot in his mouth instead. And it should be funny watching Abby lunge for it, but it's not. Clarisse can already tell there's nobody following him in, that the area just outside the tent is quiet and still.

It wouldn't have been out of character for Ellie to take Wags out for a walk. Without shoes, though? One of them's in Abby's hand right now and the other one is still sitting outside the tent. Clarisse feels the first fluttery sensation of nerves again, rising in her stomach.

It's strange that Ellie would—

She shuts the thought down before it can finish.

"I'm going to go find her," Clarisse says. She hates sitting around waiting for people; she should've gone and looked around before she even woke Abby. She'll check the baths first. "I'll see you at breakfast."

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