[The feeling of tiny fingers tugging on his pants makes him pause, eyes going wide. The song is still echoing through the halls and coming in through the two gaping doors- it sets his skin crawling. But even knowing that the end might be just around the corner... Knowing it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him it's him it's him it's him]
[it's him-]
[He glances down and lowers one hand to touch the back of hers. The fan he keeps held tightly in his other hand.]
I won't go off. [It's whispered.]
[And it's true. He doesn't have any intention of running right at the things. Just... in case they come inside.]
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[it's him-]
[He glances down and lowers one hand to touch the back of hers. The fan he keeps held tightly in his other hand.]
I won't go off. [It's whispered.]
[And it's true. He doesn't have any intention of running right at the things. Just... in case they come inside.]
[Or drag him out.]