["I-I don't want any trouble," he insists, stumbling forward on unsteady feet. The white-furred werewolf is far too close on one side, and the black-furred one has his teeth bared. Mr. Jacobsen is sweating hard, much more than the exertion of a nighttime stroll could cause. "You're. You're the vampire and his attack shade, aren't you? T-the ones from TV?"]
Heh heh heh.
["Are you going to -- to put me into one of those traps?"]
I already explained the rules, Mr. Jacobsen. Don't make me repeat myself! All you have to do --
-- is not --
[His mouth opens wider, showing those teeth again.]
-- run.
[Mr. Jacobsen scurries along, as fast as he can make himself walk without it becoming a run. It's a terrified little power-walk. Atem keeps pace easily, following the sound of the steps.]
no subject
Heh heh heh.
["Are you going to -- to put me into one of those traps?"]
I already explained the rules, Mr. Jacobsen. Don't make me repeat myself! All you have to do --
-- is not --
[His mouth opens wider, showing those teeth again.]
-- run.
[Mr. Jacobsen scurries along, as fast as he can make himself walk without it becoming a run. It's a terrified little power-walk. Atem keeps pace easily, following the sound of the steps.]