Fingers twitching, eyes rolling underneath the eyelids…
Indistinct laughter echoed inside his head as he continued staring at his high-schooler self, curling like a lost child in the middle of a crowd. Palms pressed against his ears, and lips pursed in fear of letting out a noise…
His eyes flooded with tears as he relived a vile experience, and yet it was all taken lightly by everyone around him. His violent disagreement was taken as a tell-tale sign of cowardice. Montana Mills was so scared of a child's game…
Yet, none of them knew.
No one bothered to ask why.
Lick. Montana was roughly taken away from his dream when the skin on his cheek was roughly pushed up by a tongue. A deathly smell invaded his nose, but he did what he could not to make a reaction. When he opened his eyes, a wet black nose was already blocking his view.
"Good evil boy…" he reached out and petted Caliga before scratching under his chin. "Good morning."
