Post by caleb on Jul 28, 2008 10:10:31 GMT -5
A terse nod and he flopped down on the ground with James, breathing in deep as he held his wrist in a tight grasp. Maybe he should have had a drink first...
"Ready?"
"Well, all depends on what ya consider as re-AARG!! Oooh... Christ on a pogo-stick that feckin smarts..."
"Sorry, Scooby"
Barely enough time to register the soreness and he rolled his shoulder a bit, testing it out and offered his pack brother a half wince and half grin. The makeshift sling was taken gratefully and looped over his neck, his arm slipped into the cradle with a sigh of relief.
"Nuthin to be sorry for Scrappy." he chuckled at the returned joke, reaching over to muss up dark locks even more, "Thanks for the fix-up."
It was a good thing they were both well versed enough with handling injuries after the fights they got into, it saved them lots of trips to the ER and really, he didn't want to have to explain how they got all those wounds.
Patrick and Ella were bad enough inquisitors already.
Looking over at James as he tied the torn cloth tight around his middle, Caleb couldn't help but wince in sympathy as his face pinched in pain. Those vamps really did a number on him, the blond could already see the swelling of flesh under the cloths pressure, but at least it will hold firm until they got back.
"Ok, let's go."
He was by his side in a flash, keeping his good arm around James as he led them back to where his cab was hidden in a small alleyway.
"Gotta say though, the whole torn-down and beaten up look really suits ya," he said as he held his hands in front of him, fingers angled into a rectangle as if he were peeking through a camera lens, "Ya just might start a whole new trend."
Soft chuckles and he helped James slip into the passenger seat before closing the door and striding over to his side of the car, taking one last glance at the burning pub before he got in.
"Home yeah? And you get to pick the music." he grinned as he started up the engine with a purr.
"Ready?"
"Well, all depends on what ya consider as re-AARG!! Oooh... Christ on a pogo-stick that feckin smarts..."
"Sorry, Scooby"
Barely enough time to register the soreness and he rolled his shoulder a bit, testing it out and offered his pack brother a half wince and half grin. The makeshift sling was taken gratefully and looped over his neck, his arm slipped into the cradle with a sigh of relief.
"Nuthin to be sorry for Scrappy." he chuckled at the returned joke, reaching over to muss up dark locks even more, "Thanks for the fix-up."
It was a good thing they were both well versed enough with handling injuries after the fights they got into, it saved them lots of trips to the ER and really, he didn't want to have to explain how they got all those wounds.
Patrick and Ella were bad enough inquisitors already.
Looking over at James as he tied the torn cloth tight around his middle, Caleb couldn't help but wince in sympathy as his face pinched in pain. Those vamps really did a number on him, the blond could already see the swelling of flesh under the cloths pressure, but at least it will hold firm until they got back.
"Ok, let's go."
He was by his side in a flash, keeping his good arm around James as he led them back to where his cab was hidden in a small alleyway.
"Gotta say though, the whole torn-down and beaten up look really suits ya," he said as he held his hands in front of him, fingers angled into a rectangle as if he were peeking through a camera lens, "Ya just might start a whole new trend."
Soft chuckles and he helped James slip into the passenger seat before closing the door and striding over to his side of the car, taking one last glance at the burning pub before he got in.
"Home yeah? And you get to pick the music." he grinned as he started up the engine with a purr.
