"Can't really kill something that's technically already dead," Owen hypothesizes, though he doesn't know the law in Darrow for sure. He does know that the people there seen pretty alright with ignoring these particular bits of the supernatural though, so it's probably a fair guess.
He walks over to his clothes and picks them up, notes the blood on his shirt. At least he's got the option of closing his jacket. The black leather won't be as horrible with the blood if he manages to get all the chunks off.
Jesus, this is fucking awful.
"How about you be the one to head out and ask the staff for a mop, bucket and a couple of scrub brushes, then?" Owen says, wiping his face off with his shirt.
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Date: 2013-10-30 04:33 am (UTC)He walks over to his clothes and picks them up, notes the blood on his shirt. At least he's got the option of closing his jacket. The black leather won't be as horrible with the blood if he manages to get all the chunks off.
Jesus, this is fucking awful.
"How about you be the one to head out and ask the staff for a mop, bucket and a couple of scrub brushes, then?" Owen says, wiping his face off with his shirt.