howling moon drives on,
Deanna’s ill-timed amusement was cut short with a wince at the impact of Raylan’s knuckles to Kyle’s head. Not on behalf of Kyle; she didn’t give a shit about what happened to him as long as by the end of all of this he was cuffed and in Raylan’s Lincoln. Eminem, Raylan had called him. The arch of her brow gave way to the creep of a small smirk along the line of her mouth.
”I’unno how his bunk buddies didn’t eat him by now… — m’good,” her hand flexed out, the biting sting from Cat’s nails rearing its head only to be shoved from Deanna’s mind again. She’d dealt with worse. This was all the easy part. There was still a demon, a vampire, and a mystery guest to bring down. “M’not the one that just decked a Rap God ‘n all."
The warmth in her voice was inevitable, matching up with the softness in his gaze. It was like night and day, she mused, the shift in him. A snap second and she saw the side of Raylan Kyle never would. What most people never would.
Green eyes, shadow-cast but focused, shifted from Raylan up to study the ceiling above them and further to the right. Ideally, and with the simplicity of a rug not available, the living room would be the biggest space to work with. Cornering the demon prevented vampires from breaking the seal in angles her and Raylan couldn’t cover. At the left inside pocket of her jacket this time, the flask was dropped in exchange for chalk. Normal everyday kids-draw-on-the-sidewalk chalk. White, which incidentally almost matched with the color of Cat’s ceiling. Almost.
Shrugging out of said jacket, Deanna side-stepped Kyle’s unconscious form to drape the material across the back of a wooden chair before grabbing it to move it into the living room. Raylan would be able to stand on it and reach the ceiling, but to start off, Deanna had to pull off a cushion from the lounge chair, set the wooden chair up in it, and then climb the both of them. Balance and time were on her side for the moment.
”If we got time,” she began to draw an arc of the trap, “I wanna put one up in the laundry room. And I wanna look at your knuckles.”