The last specimen pt.8 (ScotlandXLast!Reader)WRITER’S NOTE: ALLISTOR IS NOW WRITTEN AS ‘ALASTAIR’The last specimen pt.8 (ScotlandXLast!Reader) by Shihagami
They were on their way.
Their first stop was the hoverline to get away as fast as possible, and Alastair spent most of his time nervously looking around, trying to shield Prim from view as much as possible. Prim was looking around too, though not in the edgy nervous way like Alastair was. She was standing on her toes, her hands wrapped tight around the straps of the old rucksack. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, clad in worn sneakers, a radiant smile spread across her lips. Every person they met looked back at her, mumbling a shy ‘good morning’ back to her as she greeted each and every one of them. The Scotchman would have asked her to lie low a bit, but the way her face lit up with each new thing that came to her eyes, made him blush up to his ears and swallow any objections he might have uttered.
The robot at the ticket barrier took his cash and replaced it with