Sep 3, 2018
@spideredwebs
“Peter -” Sleipnir practically fell through the boys window after sleepily knocking on the window for what felt like forever. “I need - ow.” Sleipnir struggled through with his prosthetic before shedding off his jacket, a three large shards of metal embedded deep in the mans shoulder blade. “I need you to take this out for me.” He struggled still, his head knocking across the boys nick nacks and hanging fixtures. “Now.”