[after he trampled the house and found the trio's stupid fucking dog -- you're WELCOME, by the way -- razlo decided to... well, what else, but sit there seething in hate for a guy who can't even fight back at the moment. he definitely tried shaking the bastard awake a couple times, but given the notes and everything... it's been pretty clear that he isn't waking up until he's good and ready.
so raz eats, and watches, and sleeps, and watches.
and finally, his... well, not quite patience, but hostile obsession pays off. wolfwood's eyes open instantly, and he breathes, and eventually takes notice of him. it must be quite a sight -- saucer eyes full of malice staring him down with the confident calmness of a predator about to pounce.
yet somehow, razlo feels... sluggish, where he'd normally be keyed up from sticking around one spot for too long. suppose he can blame livio's influence.]
Fuckin' right it's me. Been waitin' for ya. Get up, bitch.
[the words and tone carry the implication of "so i can kick your ass," but razlo's volume is uncharacteristically low. there may or may not be any weight behind the threat.]
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so raz eats, and watches, and sleeps, and watches.
and finally, his... well, not quite patience, but hostile obsession pays off. wolfwood's eyes open instantly, and he breathes, and eventually takes notice of him. it must be quite a sight -- saucer eyes full of malice staring him down with the confident calmness of a predator about to pounce.
yet somehow, razlo feels... sluggish, where he'd normally be keyed up from sticking around one spot for too long. suppose he can blame livio's influence.]
Fuckin' right it's me. Been waitin' for ya. Get up, bitch.
[the words and tone carry the implication of "so i can kick your ass," but razlo's volume is uncharacteristically low. there may or may not be any weight behind the threat.]