knifemonopoly: (the gun lays at my side)
̷A̷t̷e̷m̷ ([personal profile] knifemonopoly) wrote 2022-05-15 03:35 pm (UTC)

[Mr. Jacobsen leads them down a couple of blocks. His huffing and puffing seems to settle. He's trembling, but he seems to be willing to play the game.

Then, he stops in front of a grimy-looking bar. The windows haven't been cleaned in a while. There are two people at a table, nursing beers, bored. The man stops in front of the window, raps on it to get their attention.

They look up. Their faces turn into masks of surprise and horror -- there are two fully-fledged werewolves out there. But Mr. Jacobsen mouths words at them, through the window --

Shoot them! SHOOT THEM!

The men at the table reach towards their hips and under their jackets as they leap to their feet. Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobsen turns, and takes off at a run down the street.

Atem can't see the guns the men in the bar are reaching for. But his head snaps around to follow Mr. Jacobsen. He thinks there's something off, but it's so, so hard not to give in to chase --

-- but he won't leave Ryou. Not thoughtlessly. Not until he gets an indication on what the rest of the situation is, and if Ryou wants him to chase, or stay.
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