[Pokey turns to the voice. Okay. Yes. Someone still recognizes him, and this time it'll probably be someone who-
No. Yet again, Pokey feels the clawing sensation in his gut that he's looking at a clone, at a fake, and he tries to shut it down. To tell it to shut up. After having run into so many by this point, he's getting the hang of it. But that doesn't mean he doesn't still having a sense of unease creeping up on him.
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Date: 2011-12-17 04:48 pm (UTC)No. Yet again, Pokey feels the clawing sensation in his gut that he's looking at a clone, at a fake, and he tries to shut it down. To tell it to shut up. After having run into so many by this point, he's getting the hang of it. But that doesn't mean he doesn't still having a sense of unease creeping up on him.
He cautiously moves forward.]
Red. Hey.
....You had the dream too, huh?