The hamster called. He wants his home back.
It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book.
Honesty is always good, except when it's better to lie.
I led the way toward the crowd, trying to look casual, like, Fly? Me? Nah.
De tall, dark vun--dere's nothing special about him at all," ter Borcht said dismissively of Fang, who hadn't moved since the doctor had come in. Well, he's a snappy dresser," I offered. One side of Fang's mouth quirked.
The receptionist looked us over, then went back to typing something incredibly urgent—like her résumé́ for another job.