Maybe, neither of them can truly pretend or put on an affected kind of ignorance at this point.
Lorne freezes, eyes widening behind shades and colored lenses that are too small to really hide anything. His heart speeds up, and he wonders if this is what deer feel like, staring down the headlights of Death's very own Greyhound Bus.
It isn't the most graceful of escapes, but if walking just a tad too fast to be technically appropriate is what it takes to get away, then Lorne will take his chances with the icy stone under his feet.
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Date: 2008-12-19 09:36 am (UTC)Lorne freezes, eyes widening behind shades and colored lenses that are too small to really hide anything. His heart speeds up, and he wonders if this is what deer feel like, staring down the headlights of Death's very own Greyhound Bus.
It isn't the most graceful of escapes, but if walking just a tad too fast to be technically appropriate is what it takes to get away, then Lorne will take his chances with the icy stone under his feet.