11-07-2018, 08:27 PM
The longer he stared through the drizzle, the better he could make out his visitor: skinny, rain-bedraggled kid. In different circumstances, he probably would have been granted his invitation to come in without having to argue for it. Here, though …
“Mister Farr’s dead.” Flat. Continuations on his tongue, slower to crystallize into words. No, he wasn’t going to make them talk anywhere. Put that fucking bag away. “How about you –"
Lew at the door, then, the thud of all her weight hitting high on the pane, skitter of nails against glass as her paws flailed, and, after a moment of absorbing the scene in the yard, she launched into one of those forever-long wails that usually made Near regret having taken her, but that this time, by virtue of its being shot through with what he interpreted as extra hostility -- a gravelly undertone directed at the prowler -- made him repent (after he recovered from the startle of it) all the curses he had lobbed at her over the past few weeks. Beware of dog, kid.
Just the one bay, though, after which she remained upright but quieter, chest heaving visibly in muffled whines. How about you what? Fuck off? Go home? Come back in the morning? Instead, "Did you know Courtland?"
“Mister Farr’s dead.” Flat. Continuations on his tongue, slower to crystallize into words. No, he wasn’t going to make them talk anywhere. Put that fucking bag away. “How about you –"
Lew at the door, then, the thud of all her weight hitting high on the pane, skitter of nails against glass as her paws flailed, and, after a moment of absorbing the scene in the yard, she launched into one of those forever-long wails that usually made Near regret having taken her, but that this time, by virtue of its being shot through with what he interpreted as extra hostility -- a gravelly undertone directed at the prowler -- made him repent (after he recovered from the startle of it) all the curses he had lobbed at her over the past few weeks. Beware of dog, kid.
Just the one bay, though, after which she remained upright but quieter, chest heaving visibly in muffled whines. How about you what? Fuck off? Go home? Come back in the morning? Instead, "Did you know Courtland?"