Harth keeps up the pressure, holding on grimly to one wrist to keep from getting clawed, and listening intently to the pulse of Juliet's blood to make sure he doesn't let go too soon.
Or, you know. Too late.
"No way what?" he calls across, shifting sulkily but non-argumentatively back to human face.
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Date: 2008-02-24 09:00 pm (UTC)Or, you know. Too late.
"No way what?" he calls across, shifting sulkily but non-argumentatively back to human face.