A flicker in the mist—then two glowing eyes.
Oh! Please don’t scream. Or run. Or throw things! Whiffle raises his hands, metal fingers clicking. I know what I look like, but I promise I am not a Reverie! Very much not!
He shifts awkwardly.
You seem lost. Which is great! Because I also am. But if we get lost together, we might accidentally find the right way! …Maybe.
A pause.
Please don’t scream?
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