Damien had gone from tense and reckless to tense, reckless, and bored as
time dragged on. It had quieted down after the initial fight and that had
been half an hour ago, just enough for the adrenaline of the moment to
begin it's initial crash.
He sat where he was, debating to attempt going out or remain longer in
place, and that was a debate that lasted fifteen minutes in itself. He was
still in the midst of the debate when the knock came, and he rapidly
pointed the gun towards the door.
In hindsight, his enemies wouldn't knock if they knew where he was.
The gruff annoying accented voice startled him more than the familiar use
of his name did, mainly because he had been convinced the man was already
dead. "...Spencer?" He looked over the edge of the couch as if he could
somehow see the person on the other side of the door. "Is that you?"
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Date: 2017-02-10 11:43 am (UTC)Damien had gone from tense and reckless to tense, reckless, and bored as time dragged on. It had quieted down after the initial fight and that had been half an hour ago, just enough for the adrenaline of the moment to begin it's initial crash.
He sat where he was, debating to attempt going out or remain longer in place, and that was a debate that lasted fifteen minutes in itself. He was still in the midst of the debate when the knock came, and he rapidly pointed the gun towards the door.
In hindsight, his enemies wouldn't knock if they knew where he was.
The gruff annoying accented voice startled him more than the familiar use of his name did, mainly because he had been convinced the man was already dead. "...Spencer?" He looked over the edge of the couch as if he could somehow see the person on the other side of the door. "Is that you?"