[He won’t relax until he hears the click of the door locking, and then his gaze is immediately back on the window. There’s nothing to look at, it’s been shuttered, but that doesn’t stop him from staring at it like he sees something dangerous in it.]
There’s something bad out there. I feel-it feels like it’s watching me.
[Does he sound panicked? Absolutely. His teeth grind, smashing and bending his cigarette but he doesn’t even seem to notice.]
I shouldn’t have called. But it’s-
[He runs a hand through his hair, runs it down his neck, hand catching on the collar of his shirt in just the right way to show off the top of a dark large bruise along his collarbone.]
no subject
[He won’t relax until he hears the click of the door locking, and then his gaze is immediately back on the window. There’s nothing to look at, it’s been shuttered, but that doesn’t stop him from staring at it like he sees something dangerous in it.]
There’s something bad out there. I feel-it feels like it’s watching me.
[Does he sound panicked? Absolutely. His teeth grind, smashing and bending his cigarette but he doesn’t even seem to notice.]
I shouldn’t have called. But it’s-
[He runs a hand through his hair, runs it down his neck, hand catching on the collar of his shirt in just the right way to show off the top of a dark large bruise along his collarbone.]
We pissed it off.