"No clue!" Gabriel beams over his shoulder. And it's not nearly as awesome as she makes it out to be, by the way, but whatever. "And you already filled your stupidity quotient, so you've lost all right to tellin' me what to do, okay? So suck it up."
He turns back to the skinwalker when it speaks, slowly, only to have a smirk start playing on his lips. It's not a pleasant expression. "Here we are now," he says, completely serious.
For one sickening moment, it looks like he's playing chicken with the thing, unmoving, expression steadily growing into an even wickeder smile, and then at the last possible moment, he grabs Murphy around the waist and snaps.
And suddenly they're up on the catwalk and tiny's about to become best buddies with the wall, now that it's way too late for it to alter its course.
"Entertain us," he calls down over the edge of the catwalk with a victorious whoop.
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Date: 2010-01-14 07:20 am (UTC)He turns back to the skinwalker when it speaks, slowly, only to have a smirk start playing on his lips. It's not a pleasant expression. "Here we are now," he says, completely serious.
For one sickening moment, it looks like he's playing chicken with the thing, unmoving, expression steadily growing into an even wickeder smile, and then at the last possible moment, he grabs Murphy around the waist and snaps.
And suddenly they're up on the catwalk and tiny's about to become best buddies with the wall, now that it's way too late for it to alter its course.
"Entertain us," he calls down over the edge of the catwalk with a victorious whoop.
....Yeah, Murphy. You have a type.