[ That familiar voice manages to jolt him out of it, and Jon bristles like a startled cat. Too late, unfortunately; the needle nicks his finger as he jerks his hand away. For a moment, he frowns down at the blood— it's still beading there along the scratch, showing little sign of closing. The attempted finger-chopping had done less damage.
But! Bigger issues. ]
Elias. [ Glare, glare. ] Aren't you meant to be in prison?
[ (Jon has no idea how good he has it, that he can still believe that.) ]
And— and something compelled me. It made me walk closer. [ Fuck this Web shit, basically. ]
your username fucking slayed me
But! Bigger issues. ]
Elias. [ Glare, glare. ] Aren't you meant to be in prison?
[ (Jon has no idea how good he has it, that he can still believe that.) ]
And— and something compelled me. It made me walk closer. [ Fuck this Web shit, basically. ]