[ Pancake's never been in a car before, but he's smart enough to get the general jist, hopping into the back and clambering up on the seat with a slightly confused wag of his tail. Eames is more than appreciative of the help, though, finally able to stand with a short grimace. Maybe Freddy's been cutting back on the Mexican and working out more, hey. ]
It already hurts like one, [ he grits out as they make the short distance to the car, trying to ease down into it as one hand goes back to clutching his gut. This is far worse than the thigh incident, he has to say, but at least they don't have to walk all the way.
Funny how they keep getting tangled up like this. ]
I didn't hear anything. [ A gunshot, he means, waving Pancake further into the car so he has more room in the back. ]
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It already hurts like one, [ he grits out as they make the short distance to the car, trying to ease down into it as one hand goes back to clutching his gut. This is far worse than the thigh incident, he has to say, but at least they don't have to walk all the way.
Funny how they keep getting tangled up like this. ]
I didn't hear anything. [ A gunshot, he means, waving Pancake further into the car so he has more room in the back. ]