[ as much as wash isn't inclined to willingly follow the meta into poorly-lit, secluded places, he has a point.
it's not the rats that worry him, though. despite their numbers, they're barely a threat, hardly more than a faint blip on his radar, easily taken out by a few quick stomps or a couple bullets from his rifle. what truly worries him is the unknown, and the fact that if maine is here, then anyone else could be, too. he's completely out of his element, vulnerable and exposed, and worst of all he can't do shit about it, can't enact a plan or strategize when he has no real information and no idea of who or what is lurking in the dark beyond a few overgrown rodents.
he hesitates for only a second before he follows behind meta at a reasonably safe distance. when meta opens the door to an apartment building and stands aside to let him pass, wash is careful not to give him his back, his right hand always hovering a few inches from his pistol.
every corner in the room is blanketed with inky shadows, cobwebs and dust settled across the ceilings and floors, and some of the furniture is stained dark brown with long dried blood. wash raises a brow and tilts his head in maine's direction. ]
I like what you've done with the place.
[ he means it, for however dry and sarcastic he sounds. it's a hell of a lot better than he would've expected from meta.
after giving the room a quick scan, mostly to ensure that they're alone, wash turns to face meta proper and gestures him closer with an upwards nod. ]
All right, c'mere. Let's get this over with.
[ like ripping off a bandaid: the faster, the better. ]
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it's not the rats that worry him, though. despite their numbers, they're barely a threat, hardly more than a faint blip on his radar, easily taken out by a few quick stomps or a couple bullets from his rifle. what truly worries him is the unknown, and the fact that if maine is here, then anyone else could be, too. he's completely out of his element, vulnerable and exposed, and worst of all he can't do shit about it, can't enact a plan or strategize when he has no real information and no idea of who or what is lurking in the dark beyond a few overgrown rodents.
he hesitates for only a second before he follows behind meta at a reasonably safe distance. when meta opens the door to an apartment building and stands aside to let him pass, wash is careful not to give him his back, his right hand always hovering a few inches from his pistol.
every corner in the room is blanketed with inky shadows, cobwebs and dust settled across the ceilings and floors, and some of the furniture is stained dark brown with long dried blood. wash raises a brow and tilts his head in maine's direction. ]
I like what you've done with the place.
[ he means it, for however dry and sarcastic he sounds. it's a hell of a lot better than he would've expected from meta.
after giving the room a quick scan, mostly to ensure that they're alone, wash turns to face meta proper and gestures him closer with an upwards nod. ]
All right, c'mere. Let's get this over with.
[ like ripping off a bandaid: the faster, the better. ]