the carpet crawlers heed their callers

A frustrated Minoth, abandoned by words, gave an unfortunate number of tells - some perhaps intentional. He floundered, helplessly self-reliant.

Groaning, he threw himself onto the ground, back to the dirt.

"But, then again, when in doubt..."

He sighed, almost not feeling very much like himself. The loose strands of hair from his half-undone ponytail splayed out in a casual, audible swish around his ears and the nape of his neck; suddenly, he was relaxed, entirely removed from his natural and customary state.

Addam smiled down at him, perplexingly charming grin unmistakable for a frown even downside-up.

"Look to your Driver."