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[theresnodoor]

[Rachel dreams. Warning: Major spoilers for the Animorphs series.]



Rachel's eyes snap open. She stares overhead for a few moments before glancing at a tree nearby.

Whether the hawk is awake or not, she's climbing out of her sleeping bag and stripping down to her morphing suit. She needs to run.

Horse morph would be fun. Cheetah would be better.

<You are already a nothlit, Rachel.>



In the middle of the night, there's a young woman taking a run down the main street out of Metropolis.

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[theresnodoor]

Rachel snorts, making a face at him. "Not so interested in my legs now, are you?"

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom winces and looks down, as if embarrassed to ever think such a thing.

He almost smirked. He can appreciate the funny.

"No, ma'am."

[theresnodoor]

She smirks, though she's rolling her eyes at the ma'am at the same time.

Tom gets a wave before she turns her back and walks back up to the road.

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom does nothing to dissuade her, waiting until she's out of hearing range.

His mouth slides into a rat's muzzle; he sniffs deeply at where she stood for most of their conversation.

Even alcohol can't make him as confident that he won that argument as he'd like to be.

Hopefully Wendell won't laugh at him when he explains it.