This narration would encourage distressed damsel Dean and his pretty guardian Sailor Moon angel Castiel to get a room, but doing so might delay a certain rescue mission inconveniently.
So it will merely resort to reassuring the both of you that being pressed against a horizontal surface is not nearly as fun as you guys are making it sound.
...Not when that surface is the forest floor and the only long, hard and firm wood is that of a pickaxe presently pressed tightly against your throat.
Philip desperately struggles against his shadow's hold, but the unnatural copy is packing... well, an unnatural amount of muscle.
"Look on the bright side of it all, the way you're acting now you can't exactly get a lot more useless in death. And just so you know, you could've avoided all of this if you'd just listened to Clarence and gave the wheel to somebody who knows where he's driving."
The original would reply, but being choked by an axe tends to restrict your enthusiasm for speech. Or breathing.
Luckily the same restrictions do not apply to Philip's head where somebody is finally catching on to the message that's being sent out to him.
"Hey, is that a long-distance call I'm gettin'? Would love to chat, really, but I'm just a little busy, well... dying right now. Hey, feel free to leave a message though."
[action] /SIGHS /CONVERTS TO PROSEISM
Sailor Moonangel Castiel to get a room, but doing so might delay a certain rescue mission inconveniently.So it will merely resort to reassuring the both of you that being pressed against a horizontal surface is not nearly as fun as you guys are making it sound.
...Not when that surface is the forest floor and the only long, hard and firm wood is that of a pickaxe presently pressed tightly against your throat.
Philip desperately struggles against his shadow's hold, but the unnatural copy is packing... well, an unnatural amount of muscle.
"Look on the bright side of it all, the way you're acting now you can't exactly get a lot more useless in death. And just so you know, you could've avoided all of this if you'd just listened to Clarence and gave the wheel to somebody who knows where he's driving."
The original would reply, but being choked by an axe tends to restrict your enthusiasm for speech. Or breathing.
Luckily the same restrictions do not apply to Philip's head where somebody is finally catching on to the message that's being sent out to him.
"Hey, is that a long-distance call I'm gettin'? Would love to chat, really, but I'm just a little busy, well... dying right now. Hey, feel free to leave a message though."