Adrian Silverleaf (
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closed | may/june catch-all
Who: adrian & ??
Where: various
When: may/june
What: catch-all for june & migrated TDM threads
Warnings: N/A for now?
Where: various
When: may/june
What: catch-all for june & migrated TDM threads
Warnings: N/A for now?
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He stops, back turned and jaw locked when it registers that the door hasn’t closed. That Adrian has followed him far enough to tell him what he needn’t do.
His hands have pulled into fists at his sides of their own volition. Tight enough that his blunt nails are digging into his plans. He could almost feel his bones creaking. There’s a pressing need to spin back around to tell him to go to hell. That he’ll go where he damn likes even if it's right back to that stupid haunted facility. But it's competing with that fact that he also kind of wants to go find a quiet corner to empty his guts, so instead, he snatches up his helmet. (Red, whiteout eyes. An oddly complicated mechanism holding it together.) Digs for his keys. And starts his bike with a roar.
Good talk, bud.]