Beaver closes the last bit of distance between them and crouches next to her, eyes still on the sky. Bits of shrapnel flare up as they fall, burn out, disappear.
"Eeeyeah, sorry about that," he says with no remorse, dropping the phone back into his pocket and switching the taser into his free hand. "I know this might be, uh -- " he giggles, "a bad time to ask for a favor, but how would you feel, now that you've got...."
He considers, then shrugs.
"Nothing left to live for, about just...rolling yourself off?" A twirling gesture with the taser, in the direction of the rooftop's edge. "I just -- I really don't want your DNA all over my shirt."
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Date: 2006-05-28 03:00 am (UTC)"Eeeyeah, sorry about that," he says with no remorse, dropping the phone back into his pocket and switching the taser into his free hand. "I know this might be, uh -- " he giggles, "a bad time to ask for a favor, but how would you feel, now that you've got...."
He considers, then shrugs.
"Nothing left to live for, about just...rolling yourself off?" A twirling gesture with the taser, in the direction of the rooftop's edge. "I just -- I really don't want your DNA all over my shirt."