"Oh, I'm peachy, precious," Gabriel says, shaking his head and doing a bang-up job of not looking as exhausted as he is. "'Bout ready to go for another round. Give me a tic."
He whistles, stepping casually between Murphy and the skinwalker's line of sight. "Hey, Mr. Wiiiiiilson," he sing-songs at the thing. "Here's a thought. Why don't you pick on something in your own weight class, you spiny, son of a bitch. Huh?"
Yeah, he'll cock that eyebrow at anything. It's a talent.
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Date: 2010-01-14 06:57 am (UTC)He whistles, stepping casually between Murphy and the skinwalker's line of sight. "Hey, Mr. Wiiiiiilson," he sing-songs at the thing. "Here's a thought. Why don't you pick on something in your own weight class, you spiny, son of a bitch. Huh?"
Yeah, he'll cock that eyebrow at anything. It's a talent.