[ It's a dog, or rather the space it's occupying (not occupying) is shaped like a dog. So far, Will doesn't even realize they might come in other shapes - he assumes this is just what they look like. Angry, unfriendly dogs that have ignored him and come after him in turns.
Will glances back when he sees movement, and when it takes a half-beat longer to decipher the last word until he realizes it's a name...it gives a slight twist in his chest. Connection, unexpected and not really enough, but enough for now.
Will looks back out the window and then bends back in towards the mirror, careful, knee balanced against the bus bench. ]
Will. [ He adds the period after a moment's pause, in an attempt to head off any wrong assumptions that he's interrupting himself during a sentence... Will's not just a name, but a word, after all. ]
Danger. Shadow.
[ It's a very brief explanation, as it needs to be. And then Will disappears from frame...literally, outside what the mirror frame can capture. He's hunched over, clearly avoiding being seen through the windows, before he disappears from Ben's sight.
The bus feels like shelter and like a trap, but the bus also has glass windows. Will is well past the point of knowing he's capable of jumping out one of them to escape and ignoring any resulting injuries for long enough to get away. And as adrenaline settles in, buzzing under his skin and giving way to a terrible sort of clear-headedness, Will realizes he...should have risked interacting with the strange scenery long enough to pick up a weapon, after the first encounter.
He's hiding under a bench further back in the bus, and hoping the shadow creature will pass his hideout by. ]
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Will glances back when he sees movement, and when it takes a half-beat longer to decipher the last word until he realizes it's a name...it gives a slight twist in his chest. Connection, unexpected and not really enough, but enough for now.
Will looks back out the window and then bends back in towards the mirror, careful, knee balanced against the bus bench. ]
Will. [ He adds the period after a moment's pause, in an attempt to head off any wrong assumptions that he's interrupting himself during a sentence... Will's not just a name, but a word, after all. ]
Danger. Shadow.
[ It's a very brief explanation, as it needs to be. And then Will disappears from frame...literally, outside what the mirror frame can capture. He's hunched over, clearly avoiding being seen through the windows, before he disappears from Ben's sight.
The bus feels like shelter and like a trap, but the bus also has glass windows. Will is well past the point of knowing he's capable of jumping out one of them to escape and ignoring any resulting injuries for long enough to get away. And as adrenaline settles in, buzzing under his skin and giving way to a terrible sort of clear-headedness, Will realizes he...should have risked interacting with the strange scenery long enough to pick up a weapon, after the first encounter.
He's hiding under a bench further back in the bus, and hoping the shadow creature will pass his hideout by. ]