Rush has been making significant progress in his mind. He has righted himself to the point where he is, roughly, sitting up and is semi-successfully maneuvering his right arm out of its snare and into something resembling complete freedom of motion, and from there he may progress to releasing his lower body as well.
That is, assuming, that external forces somewhat beyond his control do not insist on fucking everything up on a consistent basis.
"What did I just say," he growls, performing a flawless job of imbuing each word with as much withering disdain as can be contained in a pentasyllabic phrase. He is beginning to suspect there may be several unknown properties at work here, several of which involve the physical entanglement of any unfortunate who happens to initiate the briefest contact with the nest of tangles, regardless of spatial logic.
And now she's gone and gotten herself fucking caught. With him.
"Fair fucking brilliant." He shakes the hair from his eyes with a brisk jerk of a chin and glowers levelly at her, muscle in his jaw twitching subtly. "You realize you've effectively trapped us both?"
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That is, assuming, that external forces somewhat beyond his control do not insist on fucking everything up on a consistent basis.
"What did I just say," he growls, performing a flawless job of imbuing each word with as much withering disdain as can be contained in a pentasyllabic phrase. He is beginning to suspect there may be several unknown properties at work here, several of which involve the physical entanglement of any unfortunate who happens to initiate the briefest contact with the nest of tangles, regardless of spatial logic.
And now she's gone and gotten herself fucking caught. With him.
"Fair fucking brilliant." He shakes the hair from his eyes with a brisk jerk of a chin and glowers levelly at her, muscle in his jaw twitching subtly. "You realize you've effectively trapped us both?"