neron
”Ow, my feelings,” Neron drawls, smirking back at Morgan. A shame, really, that their relative good humour won’t keep up, given the sudden predicament they find themselves in. ”Because obviously I’d be thrilled if that were the case,” he says with a raise of his eyebrows, returning with her to the inner door and wrinkling his nose at the rattle of the latch as Morgan pulls against it. ”It’s locked,” he says helpfully, crossing back to the outer door to give it a firm pull.
”And this one is stuck.” Neron folds his arms across his chest, stepping back to look the door up and down, like he might be able to open it by force of will. ”...Short of blowing it off its hinges, we might be better off calling for help. Or forcing the inner door. What’s your preference, Warden?”
”And this one is stuck.” Neron folds his arms across his chest, stepping back to look the door up and down, like he might be able to open it by force of will. ”...Short of blowing it off its hinges, we might be better off calling for help. Or forcing the inner door. What’s your preference, Warden?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
