[ would you look at that: she’s angry. he half expected her to be, but he can’t deny that the rage is enticing. she’s akin to a feral cat, ready to tear a man apart through the ribcage. ogata’s ears twitch with interest.
if there’s a pang of guilt, it certainly doesn’t show.
his own handcuffs drop to the ground, the motion followed by a clunk. with a bit of haste, he goes on to uncuff her as well. his expression is as inexplicable as can be, but he doesn’t avert her gaze; not in the slightest. ]
We need a plan. [ he takes a step towards the way they entered. the door doesn’t budge. ] They’ll be on our asses any second now.
no subject
if there’s a pang of guilt, it certainly doesn’t show.
his own handcuffs drop to the ground, the motion followed by a clunk. with a bit of haste, he goes on to uncuff her as well. his expression is as inexplicable as can be, but he doesn’t avert her gaze; not in the slightest. ]
We need a plan. [ he takes a step towards the way they entered. the door doesn’t budge. ] They’ll be on our asses any second now.