Syl yelped in surprise when he was grabbed, but allowed himself to be led nonetheless, stumbling wherever he walked. "If there are stairs you have to let me know! I can't really see them."
He hadn't expected this, to say the very least. He hoped the person who'd grabbed him would be kind enough to at least tell him when he needed to watch his step. He could only see the people around him, his vines, the racist person in the corner who seemed to be within an inch of his life, and a few insects crawling around the building. He couldn't maneuver at all. Not properly anyway.
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