[Thrown out of the fray again! And noisely at that. Of course someone has to put their garbage out but come on. Tossing a food wrapper off of his sleeve, Mr. White resolves to go on in again. He's not bled out yet. The same can be said to the two furry foes.
Jesus Christ above that's Freddy. Green and caramel brown eyes are the dead giveaway if there was any uncertainty left. What the fuck is happening to them all? Yeah. That'll be for another thoughtful session. The old man dashes out again. Rather than trying to pry in between, he grabs a hold of the back legs of the sandy colored snapping machine. One and two.
AND PULL.]
Get. Back.
[Now his own voice is taking on an animalistic growl. If Eames so dares to make a lunge when they're trying for retreat he'll really have trouble on his paws.]
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Jesus Christ above that's Freddy. Green and caramel brown eyes are the dead giveaway if there was any uncertainty left. What the fuck is happening to them all? Yeah. That'll be for another thoughtful session. The old man dashes out again. Rather than trying to pry in between, he grabs a hold of the back legs of the sandy colored snapping machine. One and two.
AND PULL.]
Get. Back.
[Now his own voice is taking on an animalistic growl. If Eames so dares to make a lunge when they're trying for retreat he'll really have trouble on his paws.]