Declawed

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caught between the real thing
& nothing at all

"Alright cranky." James tittered, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. Folding his arms across his scrawny chest, the snake raised a brow at the sudden barrage of questions. "You're in it. Well. One of them at least. This is the Hollowed Grounds, which is really about the most shit place to be, actually." James said with a shrug, patting his pockets suddenly to find his cigarette. Finding one, but not a lighter, he glanced hopefully up at the stranger. "Haven't got a light, have you?" He asked distractedly, before frowning at her.

"Uh, if I was a betting man I'd say your ears were probably behind all that hair." James replied helpfully.

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