[Eagle ears over here doesn't hear the first bit, only the grumbling sound of it. He breathes a sigh of relief, raps his knuckles against the door one more time as a confirmation of his continued existence, and waits with only the most minor anticipating to see who the fuck is humming Jacob Seed's favorite mind-fuck song.
The door opens and Sharky immediately steps back in the face of -- of --]
Holy shit--!!
[It's been seventeen years and one whole-ass apocalypse since Sharky last laid eyes on Staci Pratt. (Excluding all the morbid times Hurk would point out a skeleton and ask, "You think that's [Insert Dead Friend's Name]?") Seeing him here, now, emaciated and half-feral and wearing that ugly stupid green deputy get-up...]
Dude -- I...! [The barrage of words and screaming in his head sort of fries his ability to speak. He just sort of... stands there, gaping, hands up to prevent being whacked in the face by a goddamn shovel.] Fuckin' -- Pratt???
[Oh, damn, that's right, as soon as he opens the door, he's going to get magically compelled and shit.]
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The door opens and Sharky immediately steps back in the face of -- of --]
Holy shit--!!
[It's been seventeen years and one whole-ass apocalypse since Sharky last laid eyes on Staci Pratt. (Excluding all the morbid times Hurk would point out a skeleton and ask, "You think that's [Insert Dead Friend's Name]?") Seeing him here, now, emaciated and half-feral and wearing that ugly stupid green deputy get-up...]
Dude -- I...! [The barrage of words and screaming in his head sort of fries his ability to speak. He just sort of... stands there, gaping, hands up to prevent being whacked in the face by a goddamn shovel.] Fuckin' -- Pratt???
[Oh, damn, that's right, as soon as he opens the door, he's going to get magically compelled and shit.]