D. Rex
Magic Eight Ball
Inside the van, completely ignoring the fact he was getting blood on himself and her, he had been looking for some loose napkins to try and hold against the wound in her head to get it to stop bleeding.
With his other hand, he was busy bring her wrists to his mouth to try and bite through the zip ties. Feral? Perhaps. But he didn't exactly have a pocket knife. Nor really thought to ask for one. Not that it matter all that much. He drank his milk and brushed and flossed every day, so his pearly whites were effectively daggers anyway.
"Mebbe hee tittens arted anging ee'le." (Translation, maybe the titans started banging people) Johnny said off handedly while chewing on plastic. He wasnt being all that serious about it though.
"Or hebbee hair hanhires." (Or maybe they are vampires), he added. Recalling what his master said about blood and stuff.
With his other hand, he was busy bring her wrists to his mouth to try and bite through the zip ties. Feral? Perhaps. But he didn't exactly have a pocket knife. Nor really thought to ask for one. Not that it matter all that much. He drank his milk and brushed and flossed every day, so his pearly whites were effectively daggers anyway.
"Mebbe hee tittens arted anging ee'le." (Translation, maybe the titans started banging people) Johnny said off handedly while chewing on plastic. He wasnt being all that serious about it though.
"Or hebbee hair hanhires." (Or maybe they are vampires), he added. Recalling what his master said about blood and stuff.