Timmy whined briefly but noisily as he was gradually led out of the school, hoarded along with his peers along the walkways back into the bus. You groaned, assuming it was headed towards the preschool. You didn't exactly want to go, but with all the huge feet scrambling down the pathways, leaving his perch would be a death wish. As those feet finally settled in the bus, it was already too late.
He let himself drift down into the bottom of the boy's pocket, holding his ears to block out the chatter echoing through the bus. A squeal made it's way into your ears as the bus came to a halt, and you peeled briefly out of the pocket as your host sprinted from the bus, hoarded along with his classmates back to the preschool. You weren't familiar with the building, and definetly not with the chambers within, so you would have to be cautious.
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