Carlos giggled, still covering his mouth. He
reached one hand over to pat Hancock companionably, but… Carlos just sort of
ended up grabbing his sleeve and holding it while he tried to calm himself
down.He read books – he knew theoretically how
mirelurk might be able to get the deed done. But yeah… he’d rather not see it
either. That would involve getting close to Mirelurks enough to see them.“You’re still laughin’!” He was unable to hold back his own little laugh, despite himself, rolling his eyes. “I’ll show ya someday, make you feel my pain about seafood. You’ll see how fuckin’ nasty it is, heh. Then you won’t be judgin’ me.”
Carlos shook his head, still holding onto
Hancock’s sleeve. “I- I don’t wanna,” he giggled. “It’d be too dangerous! I’m
sorry – I’m sorry, I’m trying to stop!”
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