[...fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. He's immediately grabbing the coral and he's holding it in his hand, fist clenched tightly around it that he might cut his palm, but his eyes spot the can of gasoline and narrow.
No. No way. Fuck this. The smell is secondary, he thinks nothing of it, but years and years of training and fighting and surviving make it very hard to ignore that growl.]
...Dr. Lecter. A question for you. Can you fight? [You know, most smart people would maybe run away, but something happened to Annabeth. Pretty much all of his logic is gone and his free hand's moving for something attached to his belt under his shirt. Mrs. O'Leary also growls low in her throat, deeper than she should, but she's on guard, too.]
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No. No way. Fuck this. The smell is secondary, he thinks nothing of it, but years and years of training and fighting and surviving make it very hard to ignore that growl.]
...Dr. Lecter. A question for you. Can you fight? [You know, most smart people would maybe run away, but something happened to Annabeth. Pretty much all of his logic is gone and his free hand's moving for something attached to his belt under his shirt. Mrs. O'Leary also growls low in her throat, deeper than she should, but she's on guard, too.]