[Horatio's hand is on the door knocker already, when the sharp stab of pain jabs into his neck. It's quick and brutal, and real enough that his first guess is that he's been shot, or stabbed by some unseen assailant. He makes a snap decision to trust that it isn't Scorpio's doing, and wrenches open the door to fling himself inside.
Slamming it behind himself, he reaches up with his free hand to paw at his throat for blood, trying to find the wound that surely must be there.
There's no blood though. No sign of injury. Only a stabbing pain that makes him feel as though his throat's been mauled by some wild creature.]
Excuse me, Sir. I fear thus far I am finding this flood to be most wanting.
[His grip on Scorpio's doll has tightened again, but it isn't lasting now. Horatio steps across the room to deposit the thing carefully on Scorpio's desk, still rubbing his neck, absently searching for an injury.]
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Date: 2014-04-22 06:48 pm (UTC)Slamming it behind himself, he reaches up with his free hand to paw at his throat for blood, trying to find the wound that surely must be there.
There's no blood though. No sign of injury. Only a stabbing pain that makes him feel as though his throat's been mauled by some wild creature.]
Excuse me, Sir. I fear thus far I am finding this flood to be most wanting.
[His grip on Scorpio's doll has tightened again, but it isn't lasting now. Horatio steps across the room to deposit the thing carefully on Scorpio's desk, still rubbing his neck, absently searching for an injury.]