[Flandre squeezed her sister's hand back, tighter than before.]
They're getting louder.
[Seemed to, anyway. It made her want to run off and hide somewhere, but there is nowhere to go. So she stays, and fidgets, and swats at one of the hands reaching for her in agitation.]
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They're getting louder.
[Seemed to, anyway. It made her want to run off and hide somewhere, but there is nowhere to go. So she stays, and fidgets, and swats at one of the hands reaching for her in agitation.]