[It started out as a leisurely stroll, but in Scaramouche's eagerness to follow that sweet sound, he's begun to walk at a brisk pace, his features dark with delight. He keeps quiet so he can trace the echo of those quavering cries to their source, the click-click of his heels being his only giveaway.
He could listen to it all day. The hitches of rising desperation; the hoarseness of someone begging for something they're not going to get.
They're trying to be loud enough for somebody--anybody--to hear their pleas. If they knew Scaramouche would answer the call, they might have thought better of it.]
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Scaramouche | OTA | Will Match Format
B. Planetary Fly Traps (cw: creepy)
[It started out as a leisurely stroll, but in Scaramouche's eagerness to follow that sweet sound, he's begun to walk at a brisk pace, his features dark with delight. He keeps quiet so he can trace the echo of those quavering cries to their source, the click-click of his heels being his only giveaway.
He could listen to it all day. The hitches of rising desperation; the hoarseness of someone begging for something they're not going to get.
They're trying to be loud enough for somebody--anybody--to hear their pleas. If they knew Scaramouche would answer the call, they might have thought better of it.]
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