[ oh look, it's the big stoic angry looking one. for a moment, murphy compares kavinsky's draw to aric like his to trying to get bellamy's approval, and how much the two big stoic angry looking men seem alike. and then immediately dismisses it, because fuck that noise. the gun waves in his face earns an eyeroll, and murphy's hand smacking it aside. quit that shit. ]
He stepped on glass back home like a moron, then screamed at the ocean when, surprise surprise, salt in an open wound hurt.
[ in other news, fire is hot and water is wet, more at 11 with joseph kavinsky. but now that kavinsky seems contented with someone else to scream at, murphy moves to stand, dropping the wrapped foot back onto the sand. ]
He's fine now but he'll probably need at least one shoe. [ a beat, as murphy's eyes skim the beach shore, and back towards the forest, before he adds, distractedly. ] A clean one.
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He stepped on glass back home like a moron, then screamed at the ocean when, surprise surprise, salt in an open wound hurt.
[ in other news, fire is hot and water is wet, more at 11 with joseph kavinsky. but now that kavinsky seems contented with someone else to scream at, murphy moves to stand, dropping the wrapped foot back onto the sand. ]
He's fine now but he'll probably need at least one shoe. [ a beat, as murphy's eyes skim the beach shore, and back towards the forest, before he adds, distractedly. ] A clean one.