If I wanted you dead, [ his double leans over the seat to dan feng’s right. ] then we would have killed you already. But the help you gave me regarding Neuvillette was appreciated. [ he stops the car a ways from the hospital, because the noise will likely alert the zombies. ]
[ he climbs out and his double hands him the metal bat from the back seat, which he offers to dan feng as he rounds the truck. ]
We can still go somewhere else. [ he motions to a small cluster of houses. ] And if you want to try to kill me… [ he has his double. ]
[The amount of childish excitement on his face in anticipation of killing things - with a chance of being killed, himself - is Absolutely Not Normal. He takes a picture of the hospital, fiddles with his phone.
And he then hefts the bat and tests the weight - by swinging it at the clone, telegraphing the way he's going to stop the swing well before it hits.]
Then stop complaining. [ the clone doesn’t flinch, but instead just gives him a look as he stops the swing just shy of hitting him. ] We stick together, alright. [ wrio sets his hand on the truck as his double disappears - the metal creeping up his arm. ] Even if we don’t always see eye to eye I don’t want anything happening to you. Let’s go.
[He's never been in the hospital, actually. He's just heard things, and he keeps the bat in an easy hold by his side, looking out for equipment, too, that he can take.]
I have your back. [Faintly amused, and just following Wriothesley inside, almost docile.]
[ as they near the hospital wriothesley brings his fists up. a few of the regulars zombies mingling around the front door turn to them, moaning their hunger and beginning to shamble toward them. ] Ready… [ he rushes in, punching one of them straight in the face and prompting its already half rotten head to burst. ]
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[ he climbs out and his double hands him the metal bat from the back seat, which he offers to dan feng as he rounds the truck. ]
We can still go somewhere else. [ he motions to a small cluster of houses. ] And if you want to try to kill me… [ he has his double. ]
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[The amount of childish excitement on his face in anticipation of killing things - with a chance of being killed, himself - is Absolutely Not Normal. He takes a picture of the hospital, fiddles with his phone.
And he then hefts the bat and tests the weight - by swinging it at the clone, telegraphing the way he's going to stop the swing well before it hits.]
Not bad. Thank you.
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I have your back. [Faintly amused, and just following Wriothesley inside, almost docile.]
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You aren't squeamish at all!
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