[ And right on cue, Dojima dashed out from the bushes-- sliding in like a baseball player trying to hit home plate, slapped his second pair of cuffs onto Hyde's ankles. ]
[ Again they pulsed from magic, an arc of light flitting from gem to gem, and pulling Hyde's feet together before he could make the jump. ]
[ Dojima rolled to the side, his dress shirt torn with scratches and friction burns obvious on his chest and thighs, letting out a deep, held in breath. ]
no subject
[ Again they pulsed from magic, an arc of light flitting from gem to gem, and pulling Hyde's feet together before he could make the jump. ]
[ Dojima rolled to the side, his dress shirt torn with scratches and friction burns obvious on his chest and thighs, letting out a deep, held in breath. ]
Geez, kid. You don't make this shit easy.
[ Where were his cigarettes... ]