Lion Head Mesa I said, 'He wasn't in a cave,' but there was no stoppin'

A small clinking sound drew his attention, and he turned, looking parallel as he was accustomed. Nothing. He drew his brows together in confusion, and then looked down, and saw him.

Whatever he was.

Uh, hey, Killer replied, giving the tiny being an awkward, lopsided smile. Uh, I guess I've gotten around and seen everything. By shadowing Qiao, anyway. When she was sleeping, he was more or less tethered to her.

He licked his lips, trying to think of how to ask. . .diplomatically— Why are you so small? he blurted.

Fucking smooth, my man.