righteously: (¹⁵ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ "Mᴏʀᴇ! Mᴏʀᴇ! Mᴏʀᴇ!")
ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴇɴɴɪғᴇʀ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇs ) ([personal profile] righteously) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-11-14 03:30 am (UTC)

( Go where? )

I don't know, I'm workin' on it, I haven't gotten that far yet-

( He snaps back without any real heat, just urgency. He's only made it as far as go forward in this very strategic plan of his — but the walls ahead are closing in too. )

Son of a bitch.

( Okay, you know what? Now's the freakin' time to shine. This is his moment. Let's do this. He pops out his stupid friggin wings, ruffles them awkwardly. Extends them in a way that's lopsided and clumsy, then flaps — and manages to send himself careening over to one side as one wing catches air and the other doesn't, practically throwing himself into a wall.

Again, with feeling:
)

Son of a bitch! What the hell are these things even friggin for?

( So that's gonna be a nix on operation Fly Them Both To Safety. )

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