[Had she repeated the description aloud, Jake would've thought it sounded an awful lot like the demons Roland once talked about, the ones from outside the world that want in. They can both be glad she's not that. It's the "dude" in the message that lends weight to her words; it's so unpretentiously human that Jake actually smiles to see it.
A real monster probably wouldn't talk with casual slang as it tried to eat you.]
Sorry, you just surprised me. I've never seen someone like you before. I thought you might be one of them.
[He wouldn't even know where to begin drawing her if he were inclined to add her to his collection of people and places his therapist had once tried to convince him were figments of fantasy. A claw there, a bat wing there...?]
Do you call yourself something else? I don't know if "monster" fits so well if you don't want to hurt people.
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A real monster probably wouldn't talk with casual slang as it tried to eat you.]
Sorry, you just surprised me. I've never seen someone like you before. I thought you might be one of them.
[He wouldn't even know where to begin drawing her if he were inclined to add her to his collection of people and places his therapist had once tried to convince him were figments of fantasy. A claw there, a bat wing there...?]
Do you call yourself something else? I don't know if "monster" fits so well if you don't want to hurt people.
I'm Jake.