[Yeah, it was safe to say that the last time he'd seen Heather, she hadn't looked like a corpse covered in oozing, pestilent burns. Or had eyes that looked like glowing coals.]
[The Croconaw turns at the sound of Snake's voice, and-- oh thank GOD. He remembers Snake. He'd been a bratty Totodile back then, but he still remembers. He waves his non-bitten arm frantically, letting out a series of alarmed rumbles that are the crocodile equivalent of whimpers.]
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[The Croconaw turns at the sound of Snake's voice, and-- oh thank GOD. He remembers Snake. He'd been a bratty Totodile back then, but he still remembers. He waves his non-bitten arm frantically, letting out a series of alarmed rumbles that are the crocodile equivalent of whimpers.]
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