[Angels and Adam Milligan certainly don't mix. It's pure stupidity that's brought him to this point, and he'd really like to not be here, sweating under his arms and buzzing with adrenaline. Just the sound of his name makes his head snap around, uncomprehending for a second.
And then he remembers. Don't blink.]
Son of a--
[He hisses the words to himself, ripping his gaze away from the man and back to the angel statue. Thankfully, still a statue. Did it move? Did it... get closer?]
no worries!
And then he remembers. Don't blink.]
Son of a--
[He hisses the words to himself, ripping his gaze away from the man and back to the angel statue. Thankfully, still a statue. Did it move? Did it... get closer?]
It didn't move, did it? Is it...?