Hushed Willows coral-cold.

cam gaped at atwood when he pulled away, staring at the smears on his face. his nose crinkled in disgust and horror. what is that? he whispered, as if atwood was at all aware. his mouth trembled; he was frightened in earnest now, wondering just what was off about this entire situation. all he wanted to do was fall asleep, now, and dream it all away.

yes he will, cam responded, glancing at ariel. he moved forward, faster, and began to nudge the still, dark form, more roughly by increments. right? right? wake up!

panting, he left that alone and moved back to mummy, pushing her in much the same way. mummy, wake up, wake up! he began to growl and glared at atwood, his heart thundering in his chest. not true! gonna wake up! everyone wakes up!

right?! right?!