03-07-2016, 03:14 AM
So the snacks were a no-go, and Remy frowned deeply as he noticed that Wilson had just completely ignored it. He would seriously sue this place if he ended up dead. Well actually that was stupid to say because if he ended up dead, he'd be... dead. There was no way Remy could have known in advance that Wilson was a weredog, although that was something that definitely should've been disclaimed before the lockdown. But then again neither of them had known the lockdown was coming. Christ, this was such a mess, it was hurting his head just to think about it.
Remy braced himself for when Wilson got nearer, ready to run; he assumed that maybe the whole pregnancy experiment might slow Wilson down, so that might be a plus? But that wasn't the case, as when Remy had finally gotten the balls to up and dash out from under the flimsy desk he'd been hiding out under, the feeling of teeth grazing and piercing his arm pulled him back, and a choked yell escaped Remy before his fighting instincts kicked in. With his other hand, Remy balled his open palm into a fist and swung it back and then forward into the creature's face, hoping to get a hit on anything that he could. He wasn't aiming for anything, going off the assumption that any hit was a good hit. He needed to get the teeth buried in his arm out of his arm, and then maybe he could run to find one of those tightly locked up rooms he'd previously been so paranoid about going into before.
Remy braced himself for when Wilson got nearer, ready to run; he assumed that maybe the whole pregnancy experiment might slow Wilson down, so that might be a plus? But that wasn't the case, as when Remy had finally gotten the balls to up and dash out from under the flimsy desk he'd been hiding out under, the feeling of teeth grazing and piercing his arm pulled him back, and a choked yell escaped Remy before his fighting instincts kicked in. With his other hand, Remy balled his open palm into a fist and swung it back and then forward into the creature's face, hoping to get a hit on anything that he could. He wasn't aiming for anything, going off the assumption that any hit was a good hit. He needed to get the teeth buried in his arm out of his arm, and then maybe he could run to find one of those tightly locked up rooms he'd previously been so paranoid about going into before.