Doug smiled a bit brightly at the confirmation of the dog-ownership, but said smile quickly dwindled at the mention of throat-tearing. His eyes widened, slipping back into full-fledged paranoia as he gave a quick decisive nod. "Oh-oh... yeah," he agreed, he voice wavering with anxiety. "For, uh. For robbers. And, you know, possibly not coroners of the Doug persuasion." The second part of that, of course, was added low and under his breath, probably in a voice Cox couldn't even hear, but it was the thought that counted.
Holding his pager as RANSOM, though? Doug's eyes jumped back and forth, following the path the pager traced from one hand to the other, even thought it made him a bit dizzy. "So..." He paused, still watching the pager as he tried to pick out the right words for his sentence. Competent AND masculine? Cripes, he was never going to get his pager back. "How can I do something... competent... if there aren't any dead people here...?"
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Date: 2007-03-13 09:49 am (UTC)Holding his pager as RANSOM, though? Doug's eyes jumped back and forth, following the path the pager traced from one hand to the other, even thought it made him a bit dizzy. "So..." He paused, still watching the pager as he tried to pick out the right words for his sentence. Competent AND masculine? Cripes, he was never going to get his pager back. "How can I do something... competent... if there aren't any dead people here...?"