[The teen watches her go, a little surprised by the random rebuff... as soon as the door shuts behind her, he sighs to himself, donning his coat and boots—yes, even the idiot-look-inducing teeth-marked one—and dashing out the door.
With her coat folded under an arm and a leash in the opposite hand, of course.]
... Light, wait! [He calls out toward her retreating back, already outside and growing smaller with the distance stretching between them.]
[action]
With her coat folded under an arm and a leash in the opposite hand, of course.]
... Light, wait! [He calls out toward her retreating back, already outside and growing smaller with the distance stretching between them.]