Shit - [ It's more a hiss of sound than the actual word but the sentiment is the same, his breaths defaulting through his mouth in short jerking exhalations. Leg intervention not having gone how he'd wanted it either, he's trying to focus on another rebuff - something, anything - while his body shudders, back to pushing against White for what little (no) good it does him.
Then a familiar voice shreds through the muffled haze and then a snapping noise and that's all the warning he or White have really before something (Eames? It sounded like Eames.) something slams into White, knocks him off of Arthur who isn't ready for that either. There's a yell but that's his voice, he just doesn't realize it until he feels the hoarseness and he's clutching his hand to his throat, sliding to the ground while he tries to reorient himself.
Something. A dog. A dog that sounded like...
No a wolf.
And... ]
Fuck.
[ Apparently he's been reduced to expletives.
Because that's Eames. That explains...well, it explains some things. Vampires. Werewolves. Where's the exit?
Bright side: once this is over, if it ever is, they'll be able to take any job and laugh. What could be difficult after this? He shoves himself to his feet with his free hand braced on the wall. He has to get Eames off of White.
Not that White doesn't seem able to fend for himself. Not that Arthur, human and useless for it, can think of anything off the top of his head. This can't really get worse though.
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Then a familiar voice shreds through the muffled haze and then a snapping noise and that's all the warning he or White have really before something (Eames? It sounded like Eames.) something slams into White, knocks him off of Arthur who isn't ready for that either. There's a yell but that's his voice, he just doesn't realize it until he feels the hoarseness and he's clutching his hand to his throat, sliding to the ground while he tries to reorient himself.
Something. A dog. A dog that sounded like...
No a wolf.
And... ]
Fuck.
[ Apparently he's been reduced to expletives.
Because that's Eames. That explains...well, it explains some things. Vampires. Werewolves. Where's the exit?
Bright side: once this is over, if it ever is, they'll be able to take any job and laugh. What could be difficult after this? He shoves himself to his feet with his free hand braced on the wall. He has to get Eames off of White.
Not that White doesn't seem able to fend for himself. Not that Arthur, human and useless for it, can think of anything off the top of his head. This can't really get worse though.
Right? ]