A leap —- the right hand extends, 𝙎𝙉𝙄𝙆𝙏, so do the claws. Dragging into the roof he’s on, carving across the slide himself back closer into position.
Sniff. Sniff. “Where y’going, blue?” He whispers to himself. She must know, she’s as good as anyone. She knows he’s here.
