[ He'd agreed to be a monster, hadn't he? So why are the people on the street glancing at them normally? Why does he have to weave around people instead of them instinctively avoiding him?
And ... why is the colour returning to him? Slowly, yes, but that glassy, fuzzy texture is evaporating like an ice lolly on a hot day. ]
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[ He'd agreed to be a monster, hadn't he? So why are the people on the street glancing at them normally? Why does he have to weave around people instead of them instinctively avoiding him?
And ... why is the colour returning to him? Slowly, yes, but that glassy, fuzzy texture is evaporating like an ice lolly on a hot day. ]
The ... the Lonely. It's leaving me.