[He will continue to be pissy at her, thanks. For example, maybe if she articulated the problem instead of just being all vague and ominous about it in his direction. He's been very busy trying not to drown the past little while, y'know.
But with his bearings back and her continued (growing) urgency, he catches up fast. Follow her alarmed jerk of the head and her wide eyes to—
Well. Nothing. A very particular kind of nothing. Black pitch void that's eating up the street around the corner of the building. Creeping closer, slowly, now that the water has drained out and risen up and up through the sky.
So much for going back for those meds—he'd kind of been considering it, but there's a time and a place, and this sure isn't the time. They're very rapidly running out of pavement, and he's not in a hurry to find out what happens if that spreading stain catches up to them.]
It's always something.
[Unreal. Well, when you're right, you're right. And she's right—time to book. She tugs him along, and this time he's quick to spin on his heel and move. He'd stashed his bike somewhere high and dry and hidden, so it's nowhere near enough to be useful for a quick getaway. So—
For the first time since he's had her pinned, he gets a proper look at her that isn't obscured by the window and the fog. Including that big fucking sword she'd been thinking of drawing on him a few seconds ago. Important question—]
If I do something are you going to try stabbing me with that thing?
[Hypothetical question. (He's going to do it anyway.)]
no subject
But with his bearings back and her continued (growing) urgency, he catches up fast. Follow her alarmed jerk of the head and her wide eyes to—
Well. Nothing. A very particular kind of nothing. Black pitch void that's eating up the street around the corner of the building. Creeping closer, slowly, now that the water has drained out and risen up and up through the sky.
So much for going back for those meds—he'd kind of been considering it, but there's a time and a place, and this sure isn't the time. They're very rapidly running out of pavement, and he's not in a hurry to find out what happens if that spreading stain catches up to them.]
It's always something.
[Unreal. Well, when you're right, you're right. And she's right—time to book. She tugs him along, and this time he's quick to spin on his heel and move. He'd stashed his bike somewhere high and dry and hidden, so it's nowhere near enough to be useful for a quick getaway. So—
For the first time since he's had her pinned, he gets a proper look at her that isn't obscured by the window and the fog. Including that big fucking sword she'd been thinking of drawing on him a few seconds ago. Important question—]
If I do something are you going to try stabbing me with that thing?
[Hypothetical question. (He's going to do it anyway.)]