James' ears perk up at the sound of buzzing from a distance, from something else meant to kill them both. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he asks the universe. He is tired. He misses Grant's stupid Cornettos at this point, and Alex's ability to annoy him five minutes upon reporting to work. He wants to see Demetri, and he wants to sleep in his own bed. His ankle hurts. He needs a bath, and he wants food. He is tired.
"Look, we need to get out of here," he says, shifting so that Moira will put him back down on the ground. "Before the trolls, you said you may be able too..."
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Date: 2014-05-26 01:04 pm (UTC)"Look, we need to get out of here," he says, shifting so that Moira will put him back down on the ground. "Before the trolls, you said you may be able too..."