[ He manages to catch the edges of the cage before he lands on his goddamn ass, but doesn't hang there for long. Just enough to center himself, and control the drop. His boots splash in cold water and then he's staring up at the other man and his fucked up eye, teeth bared. Feeling just a little bit manic.
It happens like that sometimes. His thoughts going round and round the track with no off switch. ]
It's always murder, [ he explains, teeth bared. And murder is a sin. ] So do it well.
[ He doesn't plan on sticking around. The exit has to be around here. ]
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It happens like that sometimes. His thoughts going round and round the track with no off switch. ]
It's always murder, [ he explains, teeth bared. And murder is a sin. ] So do it well.
[ He doesn't plan on sticking around. The exit has to be around here. ]