Pseok meanwhile, was struggling to calm down, and was feeling rather rejected as he attempted to move along the narrow space at a speed good enough to keep up with the others, edging unsteadily a metre or two behind the group until he had to flap his wings to bring him close enough to the group to feel like he wasn't being left behind, and when he did that his wings brushed against the walls of the tunnel, further increasing his unease. He was getting a sitinct if incorrect feeling that the tunnel was getting narrower. No one there seemed to appreciate how claustrophobic birds of his kind really were, and he was longing for the open air. What ever way you looked at it, he wasn't built for travelling on the ground, much less under the ground, in the dark.
And, to put it frankly, he was no less confused or tired than he had been 15 minutes ago.
Pseok: "So, hang on, where are we going? I don't think train to me means the same thing to you..."
On a lighter note, the trouble of trying to keep up with the others meant he was no longer trying to work out what Dave was.
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