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R | WARM BODIES ([personal profile] shambler) wrote in [community profile] thearena 2013-06-25 09:16 pm (UTC)

R was a few stumbling steps behind.

He didn't even try to dodge the punch, he didn't take it like a man, he didn't cry or curse or do anything at all. His head rocked to the side, lolled back, and out came R's gray hands again: always grabbing for something, grasping, trying to latch on and dig in and never able to, not really. Sinking his teeth into someone's brains was only temporary, a lottery to see if he even got anything worth killing over. R couldn't stop. He threw himself back at Aunamee, eyes locked on him like the human had a big target sign slapped on his forehead.

The words slid off R as he gnashed his teeth.

Unfortunately Aunamee didn't have that same heft to his voice someone like Julie did...and the same poison in R was taking a lot longer to work its magic because of his non-existent blood stream.

Gurgling, R's teeth snapped at the man, trying for his neck this time. Or, really, anything he could get his greedy hands on to. Whatever worked. R could be flexible, even if he'd prefer the nose.

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