[ Peter's metaphorical spider senses are tingling, and not in a good way. ]
Maybe it will go away? [ He murmurs back, low enough for only Spock to hear because he doesn't feel like getting the goose's attention. Under normal circumstances, he would have little trouble shooing the thing out of his apartment or hunting it down to turn it into a future dinner.
With the shitty luck they've having, and his probably-not-broken-but-hurting-like-a-real-bitch knee as a liability, peter isn't sure any of those options are possible. He doesn't even have his blasters on him. He hears the door of the bathroom rattle ominously, as the hellspawn bird is trying to get it open. ]
I don't suppose you carry a gun on you? Or a large knife?
I usually carry my blasters or some gadget with me, but since I just woke up a few hours ago, and I wasn't planning on leaving the house. They're in my bedroom.
[ And it's too far away to reach them now, same with any knife from the kitchen. There's more honking and hissing coming from the bathroom, and Peter's starting to suspect that the goose might be possessed. He clings to Spock's arm. ]
Fleeing sounds like a great idea right now. Your place, perhaps?
[ He grabs one of Peter's arms and loops it over his shoulders before standing up. The fact that Spock doesn't immediately fall is progress, honestly. Quickly, before the lack of awful luck drains away (an illogical thought), he starts quickly shuffling them to the exit.
... And then there's a crash from the direction of the bathroom. The ensuing honk no longer sounds like it's in a different room.
It's illogical to be frightened of a goose so he is not. But he does start running as best he can. ]
It's okay, it happens to me too. DW is sometimes drunk
[ Peter holds his breath when they stand, expecting to meet the floor with his face soon enough again, but this time the bad luck gives them a break. He moves alongside Spock as fast as he can, wincing a little at the many aches of his body, and then shuddering when he hears the crash. ]
Ah, shit, no. [ Fuck logic, Peter is going to freak out, at least internally, as much as he can. With his free hand, he reaches for the nearest thing on their way to the door - a vase he doesn't even remember buying, it must have come with the apartment- and throws it behind him in hopes of hitting the angry duck and stalling it.
Instead of the muted sound of a vase impacting with a living creature, he hears glass shattering against the floor and an offended HONK! that sounds far too close for his liking. ]
I'm afraid my aim isn't very good when I'm not looking at what I am trying to hit.
[ Peter's voice has an edge to it, slightly panicked, while he tries to keep it light by joking. He's glad that Spock is practically dragging him out of the house because he couldn't have moved that fast on his own. Once they're out, e kick his uninjured leg back, closing the door with a loud THUD, followed by (really close, furious) honking. There are the sounds of the goose scratching and hitting the door with its beak, and Peter is really glad it's not them. ]
Welp, I guess I'll have to burn down the whole apartment. I'm not getting in there anytime soon.
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Maybe it will go away? [ He murmurs back, low enough for only Spock to hear because he doesn't feel like getting the goose's attention. Under normal circumstances, he would have little trouble shooing the thing out of his apartment or hunting it down to turn it into a future dinner.
With the shitty luck they've having, and his probably-not-broken-but-hurting-like-a-real-bitch knee as a liability, peter isn't sure any of those options are possible. He doesn't even have his blasters on him. He hears the door of the bathroom rattle ominously, as the hellspawn bird is trying to get it open. ]
I don't suppose you carry a gun on you? Or a large knife?
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[ This clearly isn't most circumstances, though.
His eyes scan their immediate surroundings, seeing nothing very fruitful. ]
As it is currently occupied... perhaps we should attempt to flee. Or hide.
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[ And it's too far away to reach them now, same with any knife from the kitchen. There's more honking and hissing coming from the bathroom, and Peter's starting to suspect that the goose might be possessed. He clings to Spock's arm. ]
Fleeing sounds like a great idea right now. Your place, perhaps?
I NEVER GOT THE NOTIFS FOR THESE JSDLKFJ
[ He grabs one of Peter's arms and loops it over his shoulders before standing up. The fact that Spock doesn't immediately fall is progress, honestly. Quickly, before the lack of awful luck drains away (an illogical thought), he starts quickly shuffling them to the exit.
... And then there's a crash from the direction of the bathroom. The ensuing honk no longer sounds like it's in a different room.
It's illogical to be frightened of a goose so he is not. But he does start running as best he can. ]
It's okay, it happens to me too. DW is sometimes drunk
Ah, shit, no. [ Fuck logic, Peter is going to freak out, at least internally, as much as he can. With his free hand, he reaches for the nearest thing on their way to the door - a vase he doesn't even remember buying, it must have come with the apartment- and throws it behind him in hopes of hitting the angry duck and stalling it.
Instead of the muted sound of a vase impacting with a living creature, he hears glass shattering against the floor and an offended HONK! that sounds far too close for his liking. ]
I'm afraid my aim isn't very good when I'm not looking at what I am trying to hit.
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[ But Spock didn't have enough time to tell him the chances of hitting the intruder, so now they're here. But at least there's the door! ]
Quickly--
[ He shuffles them through the doorway, hoping Peter can swing it shut in time since it's on his side. ]
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[ Peter's voice has an edge to it, slightly panicked, while he tries to keep it light by joking. He's glad that Spock is practically dragging him out of the house because he couldn't have moved that fast on his own. Once they're out, e kick his uninjured leg back, closing the door with a loud THUD, followed by (really close, furious) honking. There are the sounds of the goose scratching and hitting the door with its beak, and Peter is really glad it's not them. ]
Welp, I guess I'll have to burn down the whole apartment. I'm not getting in there anytime soon.