[ Watching Aric go with a raised brow, Murphy murmurs, while ignoring Kavinsky and his entire whiny baby plight. ] Guy just doesn't shut up, does he?
[ which is sarcasm. Aric barely says anything, and Murphy's not sure how he managed to fuck Kavinsky without gagging him. Or maybe he did, who knows, he seems into that. anyway, he's back on task with looking around for where to go next while kavinsky petulantly hugs his dogs and babbles to them, content to let him manage himself while murphy tries to put together a game plan to keep them all alive.
until the fucking dog says a thing. ]
What the fuck just happened.
[ a demand, not a question. he reaches out a hand, fingers curling to wave the injured boy towards him, and away from the dogs, reaching for an arm or a hand to drag him otherwise. ] K, come on. Over here.
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[ which is sarcasm. Aric barely says anything, and Murphy's not sure how he managed to fuck Kavinsky without gagging him. Or maybe he did, who knows, he seems into that. anyway, he's back on task with looking around for where to go next while kavinsky petulantly hugs his dogs and babbles to them, content to let him manage himself while murphy tries to put together a game plan to keep them all alive.
until the fucking dog says a thing. ]
What the fuck just happened.
[ a demand, not a question. he reaches out a hand, fingers curling to wave the injured boy towards him, and away from the dogs, reaching for an arm or a hand to drag him otherwise. ] K, come on. Over here.