[there's a reason why he tries to keep faeries at arm's length and this is it. Bigby has been, for his part, pretty patient and attentive, if those words can be defined by the total silence from his end (punctuated by the occasional gruff grunt to affirm that some distant part of him is listening). his mind is clearly elsewhere, but Tink's babbling is starting to become just a tiny bit difficult to ignore, less of a white noise in the background and more of a dull roar of sorts. still, he's not completely irritated; he doesn't even really think he can bring himself to be blunt with her because at least she's trying, which is more than he can say about everyone else so far. it hasn't taken long for this place to descend into chaos, but they've been fortunate enough to tear themselves away from the bulk of the fighting on their way back to the housing development. having a place to sit down, to formulate a good plan, is what they need now, and wasn't there talk about an altar that could—
oh, shit. what the hell was that, you ask? well, if he didn't know any better, he'd say it was hissing. it's faint and muffled, but make no mistake, it's there.
instead of giving an answer to her question, Bigby raises a finger to his mouth (shhhhh) and holds an arm out to block Tink from going any further as he scans the area, searching for any figures hiding in the shadows, clinging to the edges of the alien-looking buildings lining the streets.]
rage
oh, shit. what the hell was that, you ask? well, if he didn't know any better, he'd say it was hissing. it's faint and muffled, but make no mistake, it's there.
instead of giving an answer to her question, Bigby raises a finger to his mouth (shhhhh) and holds an arm out to block Tink from going any further as he scans the area, searching for any figures hiding in the shadows, clinging to the edges of the alien-looking buildings lining the streets.]