... or to be slowly making his way from the studio to the inn at god knows what hour, sticking close to buildings when he can, drawing his coat closer around himself.]
You're not going to escape. And I'm not going to kill you. I'm just hungry. So how about ... [advancing on him] ... you just sit back and think of England.
[rests his head against the cabin wall for a moment. ... and then lifts it and bangs it half-heartedly a couple times for sifting through his pockets slowly, in a daze, until he pulls out his phone.]
... or to be slowly making his way from the studio to the inn at god knows what hour, sticking close to buildings when he can, drawing his coat closer around himself.]
... I hate January.
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[his eyes dart around the empty cabin, trying to find another exit that she isn't right in front of. but nada.]
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Flattered as I am, I'm not the sort of guy that's just going to sit back and take it.
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[rushes him, moving to grip him tightly by his upper arms. VAMPFACE!!]
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Hmm. It's so much better from the tap.
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... goddamnit.
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[disappears, pretty much.]
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dont freako ut vut i nbed yo guys
empty cabins e of stdio thid ine in
aplogies for tyipos
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