Well, you know me, I never learn. So peel me off the hook.

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Rusty Hunt leans against a tree in a park with his face pressed up against the bark. There's only partial awareness of his surroundings right now. He's supposed to be working. He hasn't sold shit this week. Rusty feels like shit. Sick as fuck. The trashcan sitting a foot away from him is filled with trash and his vomit. He may have seriously fucked

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[with_coffee]

Robin jumps at the sound of her voice, dropping the cigarrette on the ledge. He doesn't turn around just yet. She is perhaps the last person he wanted to run into up here. Not that he wanted to run into anyone. His visits to the roof occur several times a day, and he would rather have them all undisturbed.

Something seems entirely wrong about brooding in her presence.

He can't place why. He could try to place why, but he would rather not think about it. Robin turns toward her, half way, enough to look at her face. He does his best to completely ignore the way that she looks. Almost like she's going to... pounce on him or something. And not in the good way.

"To my credit, I came to the roof to brood." His lip quirks into a little smile as he forces the residual emotions away, again. It's surprisingly easy to do in her presence. "It doesn't tend to be filled with people. It's not like it's a major hang out or anything

[with_coffee]

The wyrven for its part felt a sense of triumph! It had hit its enemy. The smell of blood was strong in the air! It swells with feelings of pride and victory, and then it died as several of those bullets hit their mark directly into the wyrven's tiny brain. The beast falls into a messy heap on top of the roof.

Robin runs to her as soon as the wyrven's down. His cell phone still lies on the ground near the door to the roof. He doesn't even bother to ask if she's alright, but turns his attention to the wounds on Julia's back.

"Bloody hell," he mutters and winces at the sight of it, and then his gaze drifts to the twitching, but dead wyrven. "But you showed it whose boss."

And then he's back to looking at her wounds. "Missed your wings that's good. Deep, but..." It could have been worse. It could have killed her had it been aimed differently. His heart is not racing about that still. No

[evengodsdo]

Julia shakes her head a little, eyes fixed on the wyvern's corpse for a second. And now her hands are starting to shake, naturally, after the danger's over. Fucking adrenaline. Well, at least the endorphins will start to dull the pain after a minute...

"You never know," Julia comments with a tight smile, moving towards the stairs slowly, trying not to jostle her wings or her shoulders and... that's actually harder than you'd think while walking. "Dragon stew might be delicious."

Yeah, she's bleeding at all, but she's not nearly so bad off that she can't be cracking jokes at the same time.

[with_coffee]

Robin might be looking at her with a level of concern that implies he's afraid she'll keel over at any moment. Behind that concern is awe, of course. She did just take down a wyrven, and he watched her do it. Robin has seen a lot of crazy events in his relatively short life

The tiny army of archangels seems to be in awe, too.

Robin is going to stay behind her to... keep an eye on the wound. It's times like these that he wonders why he learned the waltz, Dutch, Portuguese, how to make fondue, and the best way to make a house of cards, but never bothered to learn first aid.

"Grace should be in the medical room downstairs. Or Martha." If not, he'll flail around with the medical equipment.