[It's like nails on a chalkboard to a sense they can't even name. Their skin fizzles violently in response, light crackling, instinctively reaching to grasp the person next to them like they might get sucked in without an anchor—
and then it's basically over. Loop looks puffed out like an upset cat.
They shift their wide-eyed glare to Timekeeper, their anxiety exchanged for something more primal.]
What is your problem?! Are you insane?!
[they're still clinging to Siffrin's hand like a lifeline, sorry if that hurts they're not being gentle about it in the slightest.]
thanks they hate it
and then it's basically over. Loop looks puffed out like an upset cat.
They shift their wide-eyed glare to Timekeeper, their anxiety exchanged for something more primal.]
What is your problem?! Are you insane?!
[they're still clinging to Siffrin's hand like a lifeline, sorry if that hurts they're not being gentle about it in the slightest.]