puffing: (ᴛᴇɴ﹪ғᴜʀʀʏ / ɢᴀᴍᴇ ― o70.)
𝐁𝐈𝐆. 𝐁. 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅. ([personal profile] puffing) wrote in [community profile] 62 2016-10-22 02:31 am (UTC)

I don't. ―Know.

[ he's in no position to argue with Ms. Elizabeth today, as often as they liked to exchange words. Bigby does his best not to just lose the feeling in his legs and fall over the woman altogether. as nice of a thought it would be to see him on top of her, he was definitely not looking his best and wasn't feeling it either. parts of him felt like they were numb, or at the very least, nerves so affected by the trauma that it gave him the impression he had lost feeling.

it was all very messy and confusing, really. but still, he manages a pained laugh at her comment. ]


Won't be shocked. If I die, you can have all of 'em. Just hope I'm around long enough to see you in one. [ that's the alcohol talking, as a bee tee double u. ] I apologized for a reason, didn't I? Tried to... hngh, disinfect the wounds. Hurt as much as you can imagine.

[ they were at her apartment fast enough and you better believe he sits himself onto the bed. in fact, he kind of just falls backwards, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to think about how nice it would be to just close his eyes and lose consciousness for a little bit. you know, pull a Leo. ]

What a fucking night.

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