The thin fabric of his t-shirt hadn't stood a chance, and there were long
claw marks that ran from just above his hip to the small of his back.
"Shit," he swore, scrambling away from the door and pressing himself up
flat against the wall. "What the bloody hell was that?" he asked hooking
his finger through one of the massive holes in his shirt, and trying to
ignore the way his heart wasn't pounding- When it absolutely should have been.
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Date: 2015-11-07 11:20 pm (UTC)The thin fabric of his t-shirt hadn't stood a chance, and there were long claw marks that ran from just above his hip to the small of his back.
"Shit," he swore, scrambling away from the door and pressing himself up flat against the wall. "What the bloody hell was that?" he asked hooking his finger through one of the massive holes in his shirt, and trying to ignore the way his heart wasn't pounding- When it absolutely should have been.