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Elsewhere, something happens.
And in the Threshold, Regulus blinks.
His tail -- where did his tail go? It didn't get cut off, did it?
There's a soft noise that he doesn't hear -- seam of his trousers splitting a few inches -- and then his tail is back, his lovely tail.
But this place.
It smells wrong.
Wrong.
Scurrying away from wherever it was he'd been -- smells like the good time, when all the fruit is ripe -- he searches for something that smells right, that smells.
Eventually, he disappears.
And in the Threshold, Regulus blinks.
His tail -- where did his tail go? It didn't get cut off, did it?
There's a soft noise that he doesn't hear -- seam of his trousers splitting a few inches -- and then his tail is back, his lovely tail.
But this place.
It smells wrong.
Wrong.
Scurrying away from wherever it was he'd been -- smells like the good time, when all the fruit is ripe -- he searches for something that smells right, that smells.
Eventually, he disappears.