"...Which one of us is he even talking to?" Gabriel mutters, leaning over a bit like he's surreptitiously trying to pass something along to Murphy, one hand in front of his mouth and everything. "I like these putzes better when they don't talk."
AND THAT IS A MONSTER AND THAT IS A HOLE AND GREAT CALL THERE, MURPHY. Gabriel spins and staggers backwards when it drives forwards. Motherfuck. He grabs Murphy's shoulders and glowers down at it, amber-brown eyes searing with white-hot frustration.
"Yeah, hope you got a good whiff, ugly," he snarls, raising a hand and then snapping. He manages to get them as far as the wing directly behind the thing before he collapses against the wall, suddenly feeling the fact that he just came off one battle he didn't do so hot in.
"You okay?" He asks, panting a little. He's about to do something stupid, but it's okay, because he's immortal and he'll live, but first he... Should make sure Murphy's spleen isn't ruptured or anything.
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Date: 2010-01-14 06:28 am (UTC)AND THAT IS A MONSTER AND THAT IS A HOLE AND GREAT CALL THERE, MURPHY. Gabriel spins and staggers backwards when it drives forwards. Motherfuck. He grabs Murphy's shoulders and glowers down at it, amber-brown eyes searing with white-hot frustration.
"Yeah, hope you got a good whiff, ugly," he snarls, raising a hand and then snapping. He manages to get them as far as the wing directly behind the thing before he collapses against the wall, suddenly feeling the fact that he just came off one battle he didn't do so hot in.
"You okay?" He asks, panting a little. He's about to do something stupid, but it's okay, because he's immortal and he'll live, but first he... Should make sure Murphy's spleen isn't ruptured or anything.