[ The tether around their necks doesn't have much give to it, so Jack is very much dragged off balance. Rude. He barks out a short 'HEY,' yanks back, and attempts to pull Rhys' head clear of the floor. By his hair. Naturally. ]
Nuh-uh, Rhys. We're in this for the long haul. What's a little strangling sesh between buddies, huh? Be a good boy and listen to - to, I dunno, Dadpire? Vampapa? Hell if I know. My point is play nice. You know what happens to people who make my little girl cry. Fangfather? I - god, this is freaking dumb.
[ He rolls his eyes, lazily letting his gaze rest on Dumpy. Just gonna. Give the guy a wave. A very glowy purple wave that should serve as a neat lil warning to any fakey-fake not real AIs. ]
[ She's trying very hard to sound flippant and teasing. All the better for just. Not addressing that point. Rhys should blame her and probably does and EVERYTHING IS AWFUL ]
[ The Very Bluest Jack projects a single, massive hand, middle finger up in defiance as Dumpy smeeps a very confused smeep.
Rhys can feel the mask creeping along his own face and it makes him fight harder, screaming until his already hoarse voice gives way to more coughs and sputters. The burst of energy and panic is short lived and he stops struggling.
Just wheezing now, face a soaking mess. At least Beckett can't see, but he can probably hear. ]
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