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[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[cactusy]

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.]

[littletonoidea]

[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.]

[cactusy]

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.

[littletonoidea]

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!

[cactusy]

[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.

[littletonoidea]

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!

[cactusy]

Shut up.

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