Who: Bigby & Onyx
When: At the start of the blizzard!
Where: Bigby's place.
Summary: HELLO I'VE COME TO BOTHER YOU and oops what a terrible time for a stranding-snowstorm.
Warnings: probably not!
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what's the use of wondering if he's good or if he's bad )
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But even with healing powers, that shit still hurt. It also completely ruined his clothing, which was just an unnecessary pain in the ass. Fucking clowns.
So he's stewing inside on his couch nursing a bottle of whiskey when Khisanth knocks, wearing pajama bottoms. (His torn, bloodied clothing from earlier is occupying the waste basket under his desk.)
The moment he smells who's outside, he growls. Oh hell no.]
Go home! [yelled at the closed door, not bothering to get up.] It's too damn cold to arrest you.
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That's not very sporting of you. Isn't your sort not supposed to let anything deter them from the pursuit of justice?
[ It'll sound just a few feet away, maybe even from over his shoulder, low and calm as if she were standing there. ]
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Even knowing he still smells her outside, not in his room, Bigby still looks up and around when he hears her voice so close. ...So, she's able to teleport other things besides her body. Fantastic. He scowls around his cigarette and rubs his eyes.]
We make special exceptions for blizzards. It's in the handbook. What do you want?
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[ ...And, while of course she'd noticed the temperature before, she'd never really gone and stood still in the chill. It's past just cold, and gone into slightly miserable, when one isn't doing any moving. She hunches just a little more into her (stolen, naturally) coat. ]
It's awfully cold out here, after all.
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