[ He pulls the door open to a lump of a creature, letting off wisps of shadow and smoke as it rises. There's no shape to it and it's almost impossible to look at - it doesn't make sense to look at, melted and solid all at once, until it forms a claw to drag itself into the building.
Hungry. That's what Royce thinks, when he sees Flynn, but - no. No. He's still Royce, in here, he's still human, so he drags himself in and says, hurriedly, in that same raw voice: ]
Don't - don't. I won't hurt you. [ The claw's long, brittle fingers snap and vanish as Royce comes to a halt in front of the door. ] Trying. Trying not to.
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Hungry. That's what Royce thinks, when he sees Flynn, but - no. No. He's still Royce, in here, he's still human, so he drags himself in and says, hurriedly, in that same raw voice: ]
Don't - don't. I won't hurt you. [ The claw's long, brittle fingers snap and vanish as Royce comes to a halt in front of the door. ] Trying. Trying not to.