>>14557704With the ambiguous shadows still overhead, jumping from branch to branch like it's nobody's business, you figure you have to go undercover too.
After all, they too could be...
poachers.You cup your mouth, and whisper into Miss Leading's ear, "This is going to sound weird, but I'm going to need you to follow my lead, okay?"
"Huh? What do you mea-?"
"SHH! Quiet down,
they know."
Swiftly, you sit on the grass and pull Serena down with you. While the shadows are still investigating for more victims to pummel, you do the best thing you can to stay out of their sight.
You imitate the Spewpa's hiding technique.
You are Calem, an ambiguously-aged 15-16 year old from Vaniville Town, and you are imitating a Spewpa.
You cross your legs, stick your arms out of your jacket sleeves, pop open your collar, and you hide your face in there. You can even smell your own cologne.
It's nice. Miss Leading attempts to follow your example, with some difficulty. That's partly because her clothes were too tight for hiding, and if she forced it, they'd probably rip.
Not that that's something you have a problem with.
