![]() “So… what happens now?” he asks in a small voice. He’d much rather be digesting some of the ice cream Lucy has stocked for them in the truck, but… priorities. Hoagie is quiet for a moment, digesting this little tidbit. You had to break Tracker Code, right? There was no other way.”ĭaniel drops his head down against the steering wheel despondently. ![]() “Maybe… Maybe if you just explain it to them, they’ll pretend none of it ever happened. “Maybe it’s all just a big misunderstanding,” Hoagie tries to placate. He must have gone to the Tracker’s Guild. “They must have- Oh, no.” Daniel goes pale. Hoagie isn’t sure what he was going to say, anyway. Or maybe Hoagie had been the one to interrupt Daniel. “Danny…” Hoagie starts, but Daniel interrupts him. Almost every other Tracker out there has magic. When Hoagie looks at him, Daniel is pointedly staring out the windshield in front of them and not looking anywhere else. His breathing has evened out, which is good, but he still sounds shell-shocked, which is… less good. “I can’t believe this,” Daniel eventually says. ![]() ![]() He can make assumptions, of course, but the implications beyond that? They’re beyond him. He knows what it smells like, and he knows it can do some powerful stuff, but the ins and outs that Daniel knows are incredibly foreign to him. For a guy who’d been magically transformed into a pig, he doesn’t actually have a lot of practical magical knowledge. It’s not a term Hoagie is familiar with, because he’s not really familiar with anything that has happened to them in the course of the last few days. It’s broken only by Daniel’s harsh breathing, as Hoagie struggles to get ahold of himself in his own right. As soon as the slightly-battered ice cream truck comes to a screeching halt… wherever it is that Daniel has teleported them to, there is a fragile kind of silence that falls between them. ![]()
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