[ It's kind of like taking a drink of something and forgetting what you've got in your glass. You're expecting orange juice and then water hits your tongue and it startles the hell out of you. Makes you kind of jerk back for a second before you realize what's happening.
His fingers wrap around something that is definitely not a pill bottle, something malleable and warm and definitely alive. He yanks his hand back a couple of inches, his instincts saying rat or something until he hears a quiet little, curse.
From there, confusion and utter disbelief have him rising up on his knees to move around the corner of the cabinet and scope the source of the noise.
He stares.
And blinks.
And. Really can't wrap his head around the visual here, so all he manages is a flat-sounding: ]
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His fingers wrap around something that is definitely not a pill bottle, something malleable and warm and definitely alive. He yanks his hand back a couple of inches, his instincts saying rat or something until he hears a quiet little, curse.
From there, confusion and utter disbelief have him rising up on his knees to move around the corner of the cabinet and scope the source of the noise.
He stares.
And blinks.
And. Really can't wrap his head around the visual here, so all he manages is a flat-sounding: ]
What.
[ More a statement than a question, in a way. ]