He wants to know what's in there. He doesn't want to know. He wants to know. He does not want to fucking know. He wants to--
Wolfwood immediately freezes, notices his hand is outstretched, drops it to his side where fingers can twitch uselessly, restlessly.
"I'm not falling for that. Knowing you, there's a rattle snake inside. Have you ever had to mess with one of those in your perfect little regulated planet out there in space? They're nasty little buggers."
He (unsuccessfully) hides a shiver with a look over his shoulder at her, fingers curled around one of her hips. When he speaks, his voice is low and gravelly.
"Why don't you give me a hint...its the least you could do for making me come all this way."
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27/7/15 10:03 (UTC)Wolfwood immediately freezes, notices his hand is outstretched, drops it to his side where fingers can twitch uselessly, restlessly.
"I'm not falling for that. Knowing you, there's a rattle snake inside. Have you ever had to mess with one of those in your perfect little regulated planet out there in space? They're nasty little buggers."
He (unsuccessfully) hides a shiver with a look over his shoulder at her, fingers curled around one of her hips. When he speaks, his voice is low and gravelly.
"Why don't you give me a hint...its the least you could do for making me come all this way."