( Oh fuck, he's catching up, isn't he? Of course he is, Jack wasn't exactly a world-class athlete before he lost the leg, he's sure as hell not outrunning him now.
For a second, for just a second, it seems like he might get away.
And then he skids to a wobbly, precarious, super abrupt stop right in the middle of the street. Nearly topples over with the sudden punctuation in his momentum, and only barely recovers in time to stay on his feet.
There are... dogs.
Which hey, normally he'd take dogs over Spencer Middleton any day of the week, but these are not... normal dogs. These are fucking hellhounds or something, three of them, each growling low and feral behind rotting jowls.
He's distantly aware that Spencer's still right there, so he finds himself asking the stupidest possible question: )
Uh.... are these... yours...?
( I mean, if he were gonna have a pet anything, these would probably be it. )
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( Oh fuck, he's catching up, isn't he? Of course he is, Jack wasn't exactly a world-class athlete before he lost the leg, he's sure as hell not outrunning him now.
For a second, for just a second, it seems like he might get away.
And then he skids to a wobbly, precarious, super abrupt stop right in the middle of the street. Nearly topples over with the sudden punctuation in his momentum, and only barely recovers in time to stay on his feet.
There are... dogs.
Which hey, normally he'd take dogs over Spencer Middleton any day of the week, but these are not... normal dogs. These are fucking hellhounds or something, three of them, each growling low and feral behind rotting jowls.
He's distantly aware that Spencer's still right there, so he finds himself asking the stupidest possible question: )
Uh.... are these... yours...?
( I mean, if he were gonna have a pet anything, these would probably be it. )