"Excellent," Eric says with a small smile, letting his fangs drop.
The old man - Cadwyn, Cadval, Crayton, something - takes the hint. He manages to get out a ,"We'll sell. Just let me fucking go." But it is groaning, impotent rage.
Eric does as the man asks. Since he is asking so nicely. He does move his arm a bit first, making sure that the were's head hits the hood of the car with a sickening thud. He'll live. Probably.
"And that," he says, " is called closing the deal." It's directed at Lafayette. As is his parting, " Let's go, RuPoul."
He has no trouble turning his back on the flock of misfits here. They wouldn't dare.
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The old man - Cadwyn, Cadval, Crayton, something - takes the hint.
He manages to get out a ,"We'll sell. Just let me fucking go." But it is groaning, impotent rage.
Eric does as the man asks. Since he is asking so nicely. He does move his arm a bit first, making sure that the were's head hits the hood of the car with a sickening thud.
He'll live.
Probably.
"And that," he says, " is called closing the deal."
It's directed at Lafayette. As is his parting, " Let's go, RuPoul."
He has no trouble turning his back on the flock of misfits here. They wouldn't dare.