Yeah, that would be real fucking useful if I knew how to use a bow and arrow. [cliff tells dorian with a growl as he throws one rock so hard that it ricochets off a wall and almost hits him in the face before he ducks with an abortive curse.
he knew it was a hobby for some people, especially people living in the middle of nowhere like podunk, but thankfully clifford himself had never fallen into that particular trap as well. turning into a wolf was weird enough without throwing medieval weaponry into the mix.]
What kind of fucked up city has an armory anyway, huh? [he adds a moment later when he finds he's actually run out of rocks to throw at the birds, spinning around to pin the older man with preternaturally bright golden eyes and mouth pulled down in a scowl. it's already abundantly clear what his opinion of the city is, but feel free to explain regardless, dorian.]
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he knew it was a hobby for some people, especially people living in the middle of nowhere like podunk, but thankfully clifford himself had never fallen into that particular trap as well. turning into a wolf was weird enough without throwing medieval weaponry into the mix.]
What kind of fucked up city has an armory anyway, huh? [he adds a moment later when he finds he's actually run out of rocks to throw at the birds, spinning around to pin the older man with preternaturally bright golden eyes and mouth pulled down in a scowl. it's already abundantly clear what his opinion of the city is, but feel free to explain regardless, dorian.]