bloodprayer: ᴅᴀʀᴋᴡᴀᴠᴇ || ᴅɴs (78.)
ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴅᴏɴ 🐍 ᴀʜs: ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ ([personal profile] bloodprayer) wrote 2018-11-18 07:34 am (UTC)

No, it's-- I'm sorry.

[ Michael runs his hand through his hair, shaking blond curls out through his fingers and hiding blue eyes behind them. He gets dirt in his hair from doing this and has to surreptitiously shake it out without Tate noticing, and hopefully he pulls that off - either way, Tate's heading out to get the snake and Michael plans to use that moment to regroup. Jesus Christ.

He nods and lets Tate go, taking a long, slow breath to ease his anxiety, shaking out his wrists and cracking his neck to get himself back into the game. He rushes to finish decorating the enclosure and does a pretty decent job by the time Tate's back, everything just seeming to fit into place perfectly, like he has a perceptive enough eye to see exactly where things should go. He's still sitting on his knees when Tate comes back, but he pushes himself up on his knuckles and away from the table by a few inches, leaning on his shins and looking up. ]


It's - yeah. It's done, I think. She'll need some water to drink and to bathe in, and she's probably getting hungry, if you haven't fed her... but... she's... got a house, now.

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