Their "ride" was not in fact anything that a person could ride at all, it turned out, but rather a slim young man who seemed none too thrilled at being out in the wilderness in the middle of the night. Jeska's owner - took the man's hand and--
--they were in front of a house, in a quiet city neighborhood.
Jeska stared, barely even registering his owner conversing with the man - who had somehow instantly transported them here. The ride was not a ride; going to Cloverleaf hadn't involved being dragged through the streets for everyone to see; his owner had given him a shirt and apologized.
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--they were in front of a house, in a quiet city neighborhood.
Jeska stared, barely even registering his owner conversing with the man - who had somehow instantly transported them here. The ride was not a ride; going to Cloverleaf hadn't involved being dragged through the streets for everyone to see; his owner had given him a shirt and apologized.
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