[At the sight of VP lying there in a gigantic blossom, the first thing that James does is clutch at Ian's shoulder so that he doesn't dart off. As concerned as they both are about the poor canine, the last thing they need is either one of them falling face-first into a trap.]
Hold on a moment. Let's be careful; I hate to say it, but I don't trust any of these flowers to not snap us up at a moment's notice.
[But he's not against the both of them walking closer to get a better look, slowly, and he does just that.] He doesn't look hurt. Just sleeping... sedated, almost. [He cranes his neck up, to see the flower on the ceiling not that far away from where they're standing.
He's not sure what to do, but since James senses sentience, he attempts to reach out with his mind once more. He wonders if it'll provoke some sort of reaction.]
(Can you hear me? That's our dog. Release him.)
[Bloody thing probably doesn't even understand me, he thinks to himself.]
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Hold on a moment. Let's be careful; I hate to say it, but I don't trust any of these flowers to not snap us up at a moment's notice.
[But he's not against the both of them walking closer to get a better look, slowly, and he does just that.] He doesn't look hurt. Just sleeping... sedated, almost. [He cranes his neck up, to see the flower on the ceiling not that far away from where they're standing.
He's not sure what to do, but since James senses sentience, he attempts to reach out with his mind once more. He wonders if it'll provoke some sort of reaction.]
(Can you hear me? That's our dog. Release him.)
[Bloody thing probably doesn't even understand me, he thinks to himself.]