(when he leans away, she laughs and continues her ascent. and continues to chuckle until she's on the first landing up.)
Alright, so how many guesses do I get? (mr. "not a wheel", which will become his name in her head until he introduces himself to her — and she's silent all the way to the twelfth floor, giving it some real thought.
opening her mouth to chirp another guess, though, sombra gets cut off by a deafening bang as the stairwell door careens off of its hinges and narrowly misses her. it's the dodge that vaults her out of the way, heels planted firmly to the railing, balancing precariously in a low, equilibrium-defying crouch.
too bad they have company interrupting their chat, now, the seething, pustule-covered thing digging long, gnarled claws into the doorframe.)
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Alright, so how many guesses do I get? (mr. "not a wheel", which will become his name in her head until he introduces himself to her — and she's silent all the way to the twelfth floor, giving it some real thought.
opening her mouth to chirp another guess, though, sombra gets cut off by a deafening bang as the stairwell door careens off of its hinges and narrowly misses her. it's the dodge that vaults her out of the way, heels planted firmly to the railing, balancing precariously in a low, equilibrium-defying crouch.
too bad they have company interrupting their chat, now, the seething, pustule-covered thing digging long, gnarled claws into the doorframe.)
God, these things are fuck ugly.