[There's a little terrified flutter in his chest as Leo climbs the ladder. Folding his arms across his chest, he paces the knee-deep water, trying to convince himself he isn't scared.
The runoff pouring through the manhole cover drip, drips down to the water below, pattering against the metal ladder rungs, trickling down the walls. It's like music in tune with the rhythm of the street, the human world stomping and grinding their way up above.
He's standing on the edge of a brave new world, but the minute Leo starts working at that manhole cover, the excitement melts away and his stomach bottoms out from sheer terror.]
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The runoff pouring through the manhole cover drip, drips down to the water below, pattering against the metal ladder rungs, trickling down the walls. It's like music in tune with the rhythm of the street, the human world stomping and grinding their way up above.
He's standing on the edge of a brave new world, but the minute Leo starts working at that manhole cover, the excitement melts away and his stomach bottoms out from sheer terror.]