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[Her body moves of its own accord, fingers scraping through the air, intent on closing around Eiffel's throat and squeezing, squeezing--

The good news is that she has enough control over her mind so as not to be all in on this plan. The smart thing for a killer to do in this situation would be to turn the gravity back on, but the part of her intent on murder isn't the smart part of her. She struggles forward instead, clumsy and inefficient.]

Kill me.

[She gasps out, hoping to hell he's not too sentimental to do it.

Goddammit, he probably is.]

[Okay, well, either A, she's not a vampire, or B, vampire rules don't work on their thralls, or C, different vampire different rules.

The thought runs through his head in a split second and is immediately dismissed as useless.

Quick analysis of the current problem, then: person who wants to kill him, is actively trying not to kill him, and neither of them are armed. Cons, he doesn't want to hurt her and won't be able to fight her hand-to-hand, between ability (lackluster) and will (none). Pros, it's Eiffel's home turf - and he can Home Alone the shit out of it.

First step - in an embarrassingly quick motion he unknots his jumpsuit and strips off (he's a Simpsons boxers man, apparently), and holding them in one hand, he kicks off the couch and slams into the back wall in a controlled impact that still knocks the wind half out of him.]

You'll have to catch me first!

[Yup. Too sentimental. Or is it too much to hope that he's planning to strangle her with those if she gets too close?]

Eiffel.

[She says through gritted teeth, slowly but doggedly pursuing.]

[He uses his feet to scoot down the wall - nothing has weight in fucking zero G, so he just grabs a shoe that goes floating past and bundles it into the body of his jumpsuit - and then yeets it as hard as he can into Shaw's face.]

Kobe!

[And while she's distracted by that, because theoretically the momentum of it will also fuck hers up, he kicks off the wall at an angle, so he can pass around the far side of the couch while she's tangling with flailing limbs and head for the door.]

[Ow. Which is to say, good, but also ow. The shoe bundle hits her square in the face, not hard enough to do any real damage but definitely hard enough to send her sailing backwards through the air until she hits one of the side walls - and giving Eiffel plenty of time to get to the door.]

[Eiffel slams shoulder first into the wall next to the door with a short grunt, and pushes himself to ground level - but he's not leaving.

With a loud clunk of the lever, he turns gravity off.]

[You hear that thunk? That's the sound of her falling seven or eight feet and hitting the ground.

Ooooooooooooow.]

[Eiffel lands hard, but he's barely waiting for himself to adjust to the sudden shift before he's scrambling towards Shaw.]

Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry--!

[The litany continues as he skids and lands on her, knees first into her ribcage so she stays down, and snatches up his jumpsuit so he can try and use the sleeves to tie her arms behind her back.]

Shut up.

[She wanted you to kill her; she's not mad about some bruises and a sprained wrist, dummy! Her fingers keep scratching at him and she's trying to flip herself over, but that had been a hard fall, and she's going to be winded for another minute or so. He has time.]

[It's a good thing Eiffel's not a small dude, even if Shaw's jacked as hell comparatively. He's five-foot-ten of flub (and underneath that, unbeknownst to him, peak physical fitness), but he's also very good with his hands and knows just enough about knots that he can tie her arms up securely, and he's wincing and muttering mindlessly to himself in panic as he gets scratched up, but he manages to clear that task successfully and then sits on her legs so he can tie her ankles with the legs of the jumpsuit.

This would probably be way cooler if he wasn't panicking in his underwear.]

Lock me in a closet if you won't kill me.

[She hisses, as she aims a hard kick at whatever bit of him she can manage to try for.]

I'm really good at getting out of restraints.

You've seen my subscription to Floordrobe Monthly, right-- augh, crap!!

[That's one right in the eye, and he flinches back sharply, but the knots are secure enough that you know what? He'll live.

He gets to his feet and stumbles back slightly, grabbing Shaw by her upper arms and drag her towards the door.]

Look- all I need-- is to keep you away from me, right? So you- stay- out--

[And he manages to drag her over the threshold and into the hallway, and drops her rather unceremoniously in the middle of it.]

--and I stay here!

Edited 2023-02-23 06:08 (UTC)

[She's already wiggling, wrists working together to try to tug apart those knots, as she slumps onto the floor.

She's a sitting duck herself right now, which she in theory hates - but right now she doesn't actually care, beyond the fact that falling victim to a random attack right now would be a really dumb way to die.]

Keep the door closed.

Yeah-- [Now that the immediate danger is passed, suddenly breathing is really hard, and he has to swallow thickly to keep talking.] Yeah, no shit Zoolander. I'll catch you later.

[And the door is gonna get very forcefully shut. Not slammed, really, but it's a big heavy door being closed very much in Shaw's face, and there's the distinct latch of a heavy-duty lock on the other side.

And then, yelled through the door and severely muffled:]

For the record I'm not mad at you!

Shut up.

[She murmurs, too quietly to hear, as her hands keep working relentlessly at her restraints.]

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