#razorteeth

Walking into the penthouse, he smiled at the group that was sat there. They were all very interesting and matched what he had been expecting at least. Geoff patted Gavin’s back with a smile as he walked over and introduced him, Gavin waving at them. “Hi there.” He felt a bit like a kid, except these men were also criminals, so he definitely wasn’t a kid. One of them definitely stuck out. He was pale and freckled, and Gavin definitely wanted to see them all.

what ar e you doing?

     His lips pressed into a thin line, and the numbers he counted inwardly to calm himself (one through three, to be exact) were practically visible across his face. “I can see that.” Despite his attempts at keeping his temper under control, the words slipped out through gritted teeth.

She smells the blood first. It's the first thing that seems off, but she's understandably distracted. Belle isn't much for worst case scenarios, so she builds it up in her mind instead. They're good-looking, whoever they are. Well-read, well-traveled. They'll have common interests, of course. What sort of cruel fate would give her a soulmate with whom she had nothing in common?What had been a dull scent of iron hits her full force at the exact moment her timer hits zeroes. Death on the air, in her lungs. Bile threatening the back of her tongue. She covers her mouth and nose with her hand and takes an automatic step back. Away. The next steps are entirely by choice. If who - what - she saw doesn't know who she is they can't come find her, soulmate be damned.With that in mind, she runs.

You cannot convince me the zombots aren’t like this.