[dinoplot 3: faith]
Trevor was pretty sure that if he had a hammer it would somehow find itself lodged in Faith's skull. Perhaps not on purpose, but at least he could accidently chuck it at her head just for the satisfying 'crack!' it would make. Instead, he just had to think of soothing things, like setting the interior of a Jewish lawyers car on fire, or maybe
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She was on edge, and when she heard the snapping of twigs and the crunch of underbrush, she froze.
"Yeah. I heard it," she said, shifting her grip on the heavy piece of branch she'd picked up as a weapon.
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Wetting his lips, he turned, staring at the foliage with a dark searching look, and his back nearly seized and spasmed when an entire cluster of large bushes seemed to shake and jerk, the crackle of the ground loud in his ears as his teeth grit, and he thoughtlessly stepped back, not noticing he was moving closer to Faith and further away from the plants around them that seemed to have come alive. There was obviously something circling around them, and it didn't take a fucking genius to realize it had to be much bigger than what they had previously come across.
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"Come on, already," she murmured, tracking the movement as it tracked them. "Come get some."
Sometimes being a little unstable was a bonus.
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His jaw hurt from from his teeth grinding together so tightly, and after a brief moment of hesitation, the next rustling led to him pulling out his screwdriver and wrapping the handle in his palm, the metal shaft carefully protruding from beween his fingers. He wasn't sure it that would help any, but it was better than nothingAt last, the taunting shake of bushes and leaves seemed to stop, and it was all quiet. The monkeys seemed to be waiting, watching the two people with grim curiosity and beady eyes, and as the suspense grew, the tension mounted, and the wait seemed to become completely unbearable, there was a screach, something deep and high at the same point, almost ( ... )
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Like the green one hanging down off the other end of the branch he was sitting on.
So we either go higher and find out where we are, or we climb down, pick a way, and fucking go."
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"Fine," he says in a deadpan cold voice, usually saved for authority figures. "But, if you lead us to another one of our mates like the last one, you get to piss on it." His voice had lightened up a bit by the end, but he was still somewhat serious all the same.
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He'd hit a sore spot and she was too fucking rattled to hide it. She'd lead the girls into that vinyard and lost them. Girls she knew. Girls she liked.
And as much as she hatd to admit it, she kind of liked him. Not in a sunshine and fucking friendship bracelet way, but you had to respect someone who'd whip out their dick to piss on a dinosaur. You had to respect someone who didn't back down. You had to...asshole or not, he earned it.
"You gonna?"
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