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Now that he had been to Halifax a time or two, he was more familiar with the town and didn't feel as nervous going there. Before, he'd been not only wary of getting lost, but he'd felt a little uneasy among the abandoned buildings of the human ghost town. Though most of his anxiety toward the place was gone, he'd chosen midday to travel there today, when the sun was high in the sky, sending its warm blaze down to light the streets of Halifax. It wouldn't have been good to take his son here at night, though he was sure that would have been more exciting for the boy. Kansas was sure he'd have plenty of time for thrilling nighttime adventures with his puppies, once they weren't so much "puppies" anymore.
Perhaps he was in denial—they were certainly not babies anymore. His baby blue gaze flitted surreptitiously down to his son, wishing he were still little enough to carry. The young father had enjoyed carting his kids around everywhere; they were so cute and warm. He'd liked the feeling of holding their small bodies close to his heart, protecting them with his arms. But he was certain Gotham would not have appreciated such treatment at his five months of age, and Kansas wasn't really sure he was even strong enough to carry the sturdy boy. It was understandable. But it still made the Sadira a bit sad. He grinned at the dark child and pointed his gaze forward again, aware that the grass beneath his feet had turned to pavement and buildings were blooming all around them.
He spoke to the boy, thinking aloud more than anything. "I'm pretty sure I know where this place is. Just... bear with me, I'll find it." He inhaled, pausing a moment to gather his surroundings. Then he turned down a side street, and was surprised to see the library standing solemnly at the corner. "And there we go." Again, he gazed at his son's face, excited to see his reaction. He wondered if Gotham truly wanted to spend time at the library with his dad, or if he would have preferred they do something a bit more... thrilling. He supposed the kid would have complained if he felt that way. And Kansas didn't plan on spending too much time here for fear of boring his son.
The creamy wolf agilely ascended the short flight of steps and approached the door, pushing it open to the musty smell of thousands of old books. He motioned for Gotham to enter; he wanted him to take the lead, rather than ushering him around. He was sure the boy would enjoy himself more that way.
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The buildings loomed around them like giants. They weren't the biggest buildings in the city, certainly, but they were bigger than any that Gotham had ever seen. He peered at the windows on the higher floors, wondering what it might be like to look out of them. The human city was strange to the boy, but he relished in the tense quiet and the unfamiliarity of paved roads and concrete monsters. His mouth was slack as he walked beside his father, looking up with wide eyes every once and a while as if to ensure that he was still there. Satisfied, he would turn his gaze back into the harsh straight lines and right angles of the buildings, the sheer volume and number of them all. They were relics of a lost time, the remains of a mystery. Gotham did not know much about the humans, but already this adventure had piqued his curiosity of them.
He was in no rush to find the library, though he was eager to see the fabled rows of books, filled with ancient human knowledge and lore. Surely the humans knew all about monsters, and Gotham could learn about them to get the upper hand. He couldn't read yet, but he knew his papa was an excellent reader, so for now the lighter colored wolf could help him find such information. As he looked up one more time, he caught his father's eye and grinned back widely. Even if nothing exciting had really happened (so far!) this was a great adventure. Lots of the things that Gotham was seeing were things that he had never seen before, and he was trying very hard to soak it all in. The words his father spoke almost slipped on by but the boy caught them at the last minute, responding with a simple glance upward and a small smile.
They turned the corner, and the great building was there. Gotham followed Kansas happily up the steps, eager to get a peek inside. The instant that the older wolf pushed the door open Gotham sensed a smell that would forever be associated with giant buildings and spending time with his father. Such a thought did not pass through his mind, though, and with a hesitant look at his father the boy moved through the doorway and a few paces into the library. There was a small foyer area, but beyond that were massive rows of books. Gotham stopped in his tracks and turned his head over his shoulder, waiting for his father to be at his side again. He could barely wait to start wandering down the rows of books, but the boy felt a little overwhelmed and, as he always had, felt more secure with Kansas by his side.
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The young father wondered fleetingly if this was a bit much for his son, but the thought seemed ridiculous after he'd considered it for a moment. It was important for the kid to explore new places, no matter how different they were from what he was used to. And Halifax was no monster, at least not in this part of the city. Deeper into its heart was most likely be a bit sketchier. Kansas thought he might be a little intimidated by the larger buildings found in the centre of the city himself. The region where the library was located was mild enough for both of them. Again, Kansas had to remind himself that Gotham wasn't a baby any longer.
The boy's tentative backward glance gave Kansas initiative to hasten to close the door quietly behind him; it creaked eerily as it shut against the doorframe. But once the Sadira had stepped into the window-lit lobby, he felt right at home, his uncertainty disappearing. The books in here were like ghosts; phantoms with stories from the past. But he liked it that way. The man looked down at the child and grinned with reassurance, bringing his hand to his chin and looking around thoughtfully. Past the small lobby, there were shelves and shelves of books, organized by some means, though he wasn't sure what that was yet. He moved to stand beside his son, glancing back down and the dark wolf with his smile still in place. "You go look wherever you want. I'll follow you." After a second's thought, he added something, realizing that Gotham probably felt somewhat lost among the thousands of books, none of which meant much to him since he'd had so little experience with them. "We could... try to find the Children's section. There might be something you like there."
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Kansas's grin was reassuring to the young boy, and he reflected it. The library was spread out before them like a great castle, and when it was suggested that Gotham should take the lead and look around he had absolutely no obvious place to start. He wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for, or if he was even looking rather than exploring. There were many choices, many rows and many directions in which he could turn, and he stared at each one in turn as he determined, superficially, which one would be best. His father spoke again before he had made his decision, though, and that sounded like a fine idea! "Oh-kay!" the raven colored boy replied with a grin. He was still a child, and unlike many puppies he would not deny such a thing or wish it away. Really, he wasn't all that observant of his own maturity; he was too busy entertaining himself.
The library looked big enough to get lost in, especially for a small wolf like him, but at least it was sufficiently quiet for him to make a successful call for help if need be. Gotham had no intention to stray from the side of his father, but it was possible that it could happen through an accident on both their parts. The giant soundless building brought out the tentative side of the boy, one that was not seen all that often, and he actually found himself contemplating the plan. He took a few hesitant steps forward, towards the endless rows of books, because surely the Children's section was in there somewhere. The pup hoped that there would be stories about monsters, but maybe the kids' section wouldn't be the best place to find those. Unless they were divided into stories for boys and girls, then he might have a chance. Gotham had learned that girls did not seem to much like monsters.
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He was relieved that he had thought of a way to guide his son on their exploration, because he realized now that in the same situation, he would surely be hopelessly overwhelmed. It was good to give the child, at the very least, a starting point, but beyond that the young father wanted to avoid controlling what they did today. He wished to behave as little as possible like his father, whose own agenda had pretty much always been what was "important." Kansas prefered not to think of how this would have gone if he was the boy and Phoenix was the dad. He knew, though, that his personal curiosities would have gone unattended, and he didn't want to be like that with his little boy.
Kansas flashed a lopsided grin. "Great. Hmm, okay, this way? Keep an eye out for colors and stuffed animals." He followed the pup down an aisle of books, which was headed toward the back of the large library. He suspected the children's area would probably be around windows—near one of the walls, essentially. Kansas watched Gotham, skipping a few times as he walked. This was fun. He felt like a kid again himself, exploring a place he'd never been before. He ran his hand along the spines of the books he passed, wondering what kinds of things his son would be interested in reading. "I... can't believe there are so many books, can you?"
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Once a decision had been made as to which direction the two would start in, Gotham hopped along happily. They had something of a plan, now, and it made exploring all the easier. The place was a little eerie, draped in dust and silence, but with their presence it seemed to gain just a little bit of life. Now that they were moving and exploring, the boy strayed just a little bit further from his father, keeping a few paces ahead of him as they walked through the walls of shelves. For a second he didn't think he knew what a stuffed animal was, but he soon remembered Cambria's butterfly. A pile of those would be a good indicator that there were books for kids there, and the boy nodded at his father's suggestion, his tail swaying behind him as he skipped through the rows of books.
It was a rather miraculous thing that there could actually be so many books in a single place, or even that there were so many books in the whole world. But there must be many buildings like this, all over the place, and the very thought made Gotham's head feel like it was going to explode. There wasn't only the actual physical production of the books to account for, there was also the generation of the ideas that went inside them, the stories and facts that came together to make something worth writing down. Gotham had no clue about the process, and indeed had a rather vague idea about what books were for. Hesitating for a second, one paw staying up in the air in mid-step, he turned his head back to look at his father and asked, "Where do they come from?" Gotham didn't answer his father's question, because it didn't really seem like a real one. All these books were around them, so how come Kansas couldn't believe that they were there? He mustn't have meant it as a real question, so the boy didn't bother to give it an answer.
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Kansas was worried about how he sounded to his kids in the same way a schoolboy might worry about how he sounded to his peers. The boy wanted to impress his puppies. He wanted them to like him. Being a likeable father was something he spent quite a bit of time worrying about, perhaps more than he should. Well, he spent more time thinking of ways to be like a friend to them than he did thinking about how to be like a guide. Of course, he was aware of this little flaw in himself, also. But he didn't honestly think he could correct it. So, right now, though he knew Gotham required a little direction, he was more preoccupied with trying to make their excursion fun than anything else. Plus, being surrounded by such a multitude of books made the sandy wolf giddy with happiness of his own.
With the concern of saying the right things in mind, Kansas felt a tad bit worried when Gotham didn't respond to his comment about the number of books, wondering if it had been a stupid thing to say. Short of biting his lip, Kansas only kept moving, ducking around a shelf of books and heading toward the windows he had finally spotted up ahead. The child had a question for him; something the Sadira thought of a lot—every time he went to open a book, in fact: Where on earth had all those ideas come from? How could one be blessed with a mind so full of ideas that most had never before even considered? It was dumbfounding. "Shi—Gosh, I don't know. Humans had a lot of thoughts that they wanted to write down and share with... with the world. Everyone who wrote a book had totally different kinds of thoughts. That's why there're so many."
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The boy stayed still as his father explained, his wide eyes moving up the shelf closest to him. These books seemed to command such respect, perhaps from their size or their quaint, authoritarian binding. Kansas's explanation made their sheer numbers even more astonishing. They were all made out of human thoughts, different ones, and the whole world could read them. Gotham had no clue that there had been so many humans around, and even with a ratio of one person per book the population must have been enormous. The pup knew nothing of it. And how could so many different types of thoughts exist? He didn't comprehend anything deeper than dragonflies and sisters, at this point, and couldn't see how people could have so many different ideas about those.
Eyes moving back to his father, he replied with another question, "Where'd all the thoughts come from?" Kansas, at this point, was the authority on books and the young boy was impressed by his knowledge. Despite the quiet contemplation that the library demanded, Gotham expressed his own awe by mimicking his father's expression. "Shigawsh!" The boy had never heard that one before, but it seemed to have the right tone.
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The young man's thoughts were on what his son was thinking as the child's stunning eyes scanned the bindings of the books. Was he overwhelmed by the labyrinth of knowledge locked between the covers? He had to be. Kansas had discovered books when he was only a few months old, and he was still in awe of the millions of ideas and opinions they contained. It seemed positively endless. As his own gaze trailed along the rows of books, their different titles calling to him, he wished it were possible for him to read them all. Gotham seemed to be interested and even impressed by his dad's familiarity with them, though if he knew how little Kansas really did know he would have been disappointed. That was a painful thought.
Kansas considered his son's question, pausing at the end of the row and peering around the shelf as he did so. While he absently tried to decide upon which way to go next, he heard the raven child mimic his own little language slip-up, and the man's eyes widened. Instead of being concerned, however, he covered his muzzle with his fingers and laughed, unable to help himself. "Heh, uh... They, uh, come from the author's—that's the person who wrote the book—experiences. Everyone experiences life dif-, eh, differently, so that's why there are so many different thoughts," Still grinning, he glanced at Gotham to see how his explanation had done. Kansas walked around the row of books; there was a corner ahead of him, and when he rounded it (sure his son was right beside him), he was met with what he believed to be the Children's Section. He gestured toward it with his hand, allowing Gotham to take it in and then lead the way when he was ready.
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He wasn't completely sure how he had done it, but Gotham was quite pleased to have made his father laugh in such a way. With a grin, he listened to the answer to his second question, contemplating it carefully as Kansas spoke. He had never really imagined that life was different for everyone, and indeed had never even thought about such deep topics. "Shigawsh!" he exclaimed again, looking at the books. Partly this cry was used to show that he was impressed by this new idea, but mostly it was because Gotham figured that it was this word that had made his father laugh. The boy liked it when others laughed, especially when it was someone he loved.
Still stopped in the hallway, he asked again, "Papà, do wolfs write books?" And if they did, would their stories go along these ones? Or would there be a separate wolf library? His eyes were wide as he peered back again. Wolves must have many thoughts and ideas, too, if everyone really did experience life differently. Maybe when Gotham learned to write he could write a story about dragonflies and Cool Princesses!
The pup stayed close to his father's side as they turned the corner, still not feeling completely comfortable. Who knew what was around the corner! But it must have been what they were looking for, because it was colorful and there were stuffed animals, and most important, his father gestured for him to go ahead. The boy bounded towards the cozy little area, ending his little trip with a bounce onto a very large teddy bear. Turning and perching his bum upon one of the bear's legs, he looked at his father and exclaimed, "Yay, we found it!" It was little more than seconds before he was up again, wagging his tail and sniffing at a stack of books. He turned to one that sat on the floor by itself, face up and with a giant red dog on the cover. Gotham smiled at it, finding Clifford's face quite nice and cute, and asked, "There is a dog on this one! Did a dog write it?"
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The way Gotham's face was illuminated with curiosity and interest was one of the best things Kansas had ever looked at. And the way the boy punctuated the pale man's explanation made him sniff out another giggle, which he covered by clearing his throat immediately afterward. "It's cool to think about," he added simply, shrugging.
The swarthy child asked a question Kansas had to consider for a moment, pausing with silence as they rounded the corner. As far as he knew, no book had ever been written by a wolf. But why not? Anyone could form his ideas and fantasies into a story. "I don't know. I think we've written stories on paper, without turning them into books like these... But I could be wrong." Perhaps elsewhere in the world, their kind did have collections of recorded stories. The man watched his son bound into the midst of the Children's section, tackling a teddy bear before settling down on its leg. Kansas grinned and jogged over to where his son sat, sliding down onto his knees beside him and sitting back on his heels. He felt a sudden burst of excitement, simply because they'd found what they were looking for, and he was curious to see what Gotham would want to do.
The Sadira leaned over the boy's shoulder, picking up the book he'd found and examining its cover. He continued to smile as he gazed at the title and the picture of a comically oversized red dog. "All the books in here were written by humans, I'm pretty sure. I guess this one wanted to write about a big dog," he replied. "Want me to read it to you? We can look for others to take home after, if you want." He hoped that didn't sound like an urging for them to get going. The creamy wolf would stay there for as long as Gotham wanted to.
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It would be very cool to listen to a story written by a wolf, even if it wasn't in a funny cover like these human books were. Though, it was worth considering that the humans experienced life in such a different way that the scope of their commentary was much more foreign to the new rulers of the earth. Human books would be way weirder to the boy than would a book written by a wolf, probably. A book written by a dog would be very interesting because despite being closely related to Gotham and his father, dogs did not have hands to manipulate objects, or... The pup's chain of thought faded away as he revealed a flaw in his thinking. If dogs hadn't been able to hold things, or even form words, how could they write a book? It wasn't like they could dictate a story to the humans, either.
Gotham nodded thoughtfully when Kansas replied, and when the creamy wolf offered to read the book out loud the pup jumped onto all his feet and removed the very small amount of space that separated him from his father. Leaning lightly into his father's side, the boy grinned and looked intently up to the other's azure eyes. Sticking his tongue out once, he nodded and thumped his tail against the dusty carpet. "Yus, please!" he cried, turning his blue eyes from his father's face back to the funny red dog. What made this puppy so interesting that a human wanted to write a story about him? Taking home some more books would be wonderful, too, and figuring that his previous statement spoke to both of Kansas's questions, he merely nodded excitedly and flopped his tail around.
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Kansas could see the wheels turning, and wondered what was puzzling his son. He supposed that the notion of wolves and dogs writing books was something to think about, because the man found it extremely intriguing as well. He made a mental note to ponder it more later, when he wasn't with Gotham. He liked having thoughts and ideas to put aside and pull out later, and it was exciting to him that doing so might require him to pick up pen and paper and jot his own fantastical ideas down as well.
But the dark pup was eager to hear a story, and his father was equally as eager to tell it. He sat cross legged, pulling one arm around his son's small shoulders to hold the other cover of the book, so Gotham could see the pictures as he read. He told the story, attempting to add emphasis and excitement in his tone of voice where such was needed. He was always trying to make the stories he told his kids somewhat exciting, though sometimes his own insecurities got in the way. But today, he did fairly well, painting story of the small red pup and his girl owner, Emily Elizabeth, in as interesting a manner as he possibly could. Emily wanted Clifford from her neighbor's litter of puppies because he was the smallest, but, supposedly because of her love for him, he ended up growing unusually large. It was a happy story, and when Kansas was finished he had a grin on his face. "Did you like that?"
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Gotham found himself giggling a little at many different points in the story, and each time he looked up at his father to see if he was laughing, too. It was nice to snuggle up to the cream colored wolf and look at the pictures with him. Though he couldn't understand the cryptic letters on the page, Kansas's voice flowed through the pup's ears and made the illustrations come to life. He could imagine the giant red dog romping through the library, and he could even imagine him peeking through the window of the manor! The thoughts made him giggle even more, and his tail wagged against his father's side.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed when asked if he enjoyed the story, and he added quickly, "Did youuu?" Gotham grinned broadly as he looked up, his tail still wagging. Clifford was such a funny dog, and the boy wanted to hear more about his antics. "Is there more books about him?" Moving his large eyes from his father, he peered across floor around them hopefully. He couldn't spot any, and his expression saddened slightly. The pup had failed to take into account the rows of shelves of children's books, however.
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Gotham's reaction was beyond precious to him. It was like he was painting what he hoped to be a masterpiece, without being sure if it would turn out as beautifully as he hoped. But as he heard the boy's laughter and felt the little rope of a tail thumping against his side, he was reassured that his work was turning into something lovely. Gotham told him he'd enjoyed the story, and the painting was completed as something outstandingly beautiful. Kansas mentally thanked his son, resisting the urge to scoop him up and hug him close. "I sure did. Glad you did, too," he responded, rubbing his knuckles gently against the kid's head and laughing.
Kansas set the book down on a chair beside him for safekeeping; perhaps Gotham would like to hear to story again at home with his sisters. The Sadira stayed on his knees, crawling toward the nearest shelf and examining the books there. "Hmmm... Here's two more Clifford books. Hold on," Kansas grabbed those two and swung them over to join the one on the chair. He then took a random group of books and spread them out on the floor so Gotham could examine them. "See if there's anything you like here. We can take a bunch home so you guys have plenty." Kansas had oodles of books himself, but they weren't anything that would interest his children at this point. Amata had enjoyed The Yearling, but it was a large book that Kansas didn't expect any of them to enjoy reading on their own.
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It was a good thing that his father liked the book, because Gotham didn't want the man have to read things that were boring to him! And besides, the fact that Kansas liked the story too made Gotham's enjoyment of it seem more appropriate. He didn't want to like something that his father didn't like, because surely his father knew what was good to like and what wasn't! Clifford had passed the test, it seemed, and the pup was quite excited when the alabaster male found some more books about the dog. Yipping gently in anticipation of reading these very fine books in the comfort of the mansion, he wagged his tail even more furiously and peered up at his father with a great grin on his face.
As more books were spread out in front of him, Gotham contemplated each one carefully, peering closely at the cover of each. None of them seemed to have a big red dog, but since Kansas had found a couple more of them Gotham was satisfied, for the time being. There was a book with a creature on it - a monkey - that the boy didn't recognize, but it looked kind of silly so the boy pawed it forward a little to separate it from the rest. Another had a funny hairless thing on the cover, with hair just on the top of its head, and curious, he pushed that one out as well. His final choice had something on it that seemed faintly familiar; among some other animals, there was a lion. The great cat was the very creature that Cambria had mentioned to him while they were in the caves! Eager to learn more about the funny roaring beast, he pointed to this book as well. "These ones?" he asked gently, looking towards his father again.
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Children's books had forever been more interesting to Kansas than adult ones, as a general rule. He believed that this was simply because authors who wrote books for a younger audience wrote them with that audience's imagination in mind. Children had much more admirable, interesting imaginations than did adults, so the books written for them were equally as intriguing. Hence why he spent his time reading things like The Yearling. And why he so enjoyed reading picture books to his puppies. The kinds of adventure in some of those books never ceased to enthrall him.
His happiness to see Gotham so excited about books was immeasurable. He was proud to see that his boy liked stories as well. Kansas believed reading was as important a skill as was hunting, because one could learn so much from books. You could never count on what you'd discover inside the cover of a book. He watched Gotham pick out the books he wanted, grinning widely. "Yeah! Those all look great," he said sincerely. He wondered what they could possibly be about. The one about the monkey looked especially... curious. "Is there anything else you'd like to do while we're here?" He wanted to be sure Gotham had done all he wanted before just ushering him home. The young Sadira had all the time in the world for the boy.
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Gotham grinned at his selection, feeling satisfied and pleased by the bright colors and the funny looking characters. His father's approval of the stories made his smile even wider, and he thumped his tail on the ground a few times. Though perhaps on another day he would like to explore the library and see what was in all the corners and between all the shelves, he was worn out from the trip and all the reading they had done. He shook his head a little, peering upwards. Of course, he would be happy to do anything that Kansas did, because he had done lots of nice things for him and he liked him very much.
The pup took a moment now to look around. He had been so distracted by the funny animals and the colors within the children's area that he really wasn't sure what surrounded them. The books in the high shelves in the distance seemed faded compared to the bright colors of the books, and indeed their spines were coated with a layer of dust. From little adventures around the mansion, Gotham knew that dust could make one sneeze in a rather unpleasant way! He widened his eyes at the realization that they had been sitting in a dust-infested place for a very long time. "It's very dusty!" he exclaimed to his father, "What if I get the sneezes!" The question was more rhetorical and humorous, a throw-back to his younger self, than an actual concern. Now that he knew it was all there, he would be more careful to not get it up his nose!
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His son seemed satisfied enough with his book selection. Kansas piled them all and tucked them under his arm until he got his satchel open, where he neatly placed them all. After this was settled, he looked over at Gotham, who still had not answered his question. He guessed, however, that by the worn-out, slightly droopy look about the boy, he had had enough for the day. Which made sense enough. Kansas was excited to show the girls what they'd found, anyway. He was sure they'd all be impressed.
When the pale man glanced at Gotham next, the swarthy little pup had his iridescent eyes on the shelves above. Kansas arched a brow, not sure what was mystifying the child do. Then he noticed that the light filtering through the open windows highlighted dust dancing lazily in the air. His suspicion proved correct when his son commented, expressing the fear of having a sneezing reaction to all that dust. Kansas didn't know how to respond. If the kid was going to sneeze, he probably would've done so by now, but one never knew. Rather than reassure him without knowing if there was grounds for it, the pallid wolf turned it into a game. "I dunno... I'll race you back to the door?" he tried, hoisting his pack around his neck. "Ready... set... go!" And he was off, but slowly. The boy would win this one, no matter what. Perhaps Kansas wanted the end of their day together to be as perfect for Gotham as possible.
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