06-10-2017, 05:10 PM
[justify]John grimaced as they walked back, aware of how slow he was moving and how close Mettaton was standing; probably out of concern. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
He kept himself alert, and he searched the shadows that stretched across alleyways and streets, but he didn't see any movement. That was good; though Mettaton could probably fight off another ambush, it'd be concerning that there was a second one.
It felt like eternity until they arrived back at the house; it was one of the most well-protected places in the Badlands, so long as you were on its inhabitants good side. Sel and Mettaton were the ones to fear around here, which wasn't terrific for their other roommate but at least his throat hadn't been slit in his sleep yet.
John stared at the steps, his legs wobbling unsteadily. He'd managed to get here without falling on his face which was great, but he had no idea how he was going to get through this next challenge. He was less shaken now, he could think more clearly, but that clear-headedness wasn't a great asset when his body hadn't recovered from getting knocked around.
He bit his tongue at Metta's words, wanting to brashly refuse just to make things make sense again. But that'd be dumb and he'd probably fall and break his damn neck with how things were going lately.
"Fine." John accepted quietly.[/justify]
He kept himself alert, and he searched the shadows that stretched across alleyways and streets, but he didn't see any movement. That was good; though Mettaton could probably fight off another ambush, it'd be concerning that there was a second one.
It felt like eternity until they arrived back at the house; it was one of the most well-protected places in the Badlands, so long as you were on its inhabitants good side. Sel and Mettaton were the ones to fear around here, which wasn't terrific for their other roommate but at least his throat hadn't been slit in his sleep yet.
John stared at the steps, his legs wobbling unsteadily. He'd managed to get here without falling on his face which was great, but he had no idea how he was going to get through this next challenge. He was less shaken now, he could think more clearly, but that clear-headedness wasn't a great asset when his body hadn't recovered from getting knocked around.
He bit his tongue at Metta's words, wanting to brashly refuse just to make things make sense again. But that'd be dumb and he'd probably fall and break his damn neck with how things were going lately.
"Fine." John accepted quietly.[/justify]
we're swimming with the sharks until we drown
we sure are in for a show tonight
ref - experienced hunter - 5'11 - he/him
ref - experienced hunter - 5'11 - he/him
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