Chapter 5
The wait was long. More people joined the line every minute. Mateo greeted someone dressed in a raccoon fursuit and the two got into an animated conversation. Dazi constantly reminded himself he had come here for the truth, to see if the fake-skins were as much of a threat as everyone assumed. All his opinions and pre-conceived notions would render him blind. He had entered the convention with only what he knew from the tribe’s suspicions and what a few searches on Google had taught him. If he wanted to see the true nature of the fake-skins, he would need an open mind as well as open eyes.
He wished Tommo could have the same sense. In the typical fashion of an eighteen-year old trying to seem cool and superior, he made disparaging remarks and stupid insults about each new membe
