[ Peter kicks the door shut behind him, holding the kennel by its handle with all the wariness of someone handling a live bomb. He similarly studies it, wearing that same uncertain expression as earlier, before he gingerly sets it on the kitchen table. ]
I think they knocked it out, whatever this is.
[ Which means that whatever it is that Peter is now the proud owner of, now might be the best time to get an idea of what they’re in for before it wakes up.
The kennel seems to have a door to one side and another at the top, and Peter frowns as he examines the topmost door. It looks like a little latch holds the top door shut, and Peter’s hand hovers over it.
It’s... seriously stupid, he thinks, that the two of them are this nervous over something small enough to fit in a tiny kennel such as this. Then again, Peter’s been attacked by a swarm of orloni before when he was younger, so he’s learned to accept that some seriously dangerous things come in small packages. ]
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I think they knocked it out, whatever this is.
[ Which means that whatever it is that Peter is now the proud owner of, now might be the best time to get an idea of what they’re in for before it wakes up.
The kennel seems to have a door to one side and another at the top, and Peter frowns as he examines the topmost door. It looks like a little latch holds the top door shut, and Peter’s hand hovers over it.
It’s... seriously stupid, he thinks, that the two of them are this nervous over something small enough to fit in a tiny kennel such as this. Then again, Peter’s been attacked by a swarm of orloni before when he was younger, so he’s learned to accept that some seriously dangerous things come in small packages. ]
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