Ford's arms are pinned to his sides; his back hasn't been cracked like this in decades and for a second he sees stars. But he doesn't push it away yet, despite the smell.
"This is a strictly at-will arrangement!" he grits out, with what air he can squeeze into his lungs. "I have the right to quit at any time!"
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Date: 2019-11-20 04:41 pm (UTC)Ford's arms are pinned to his sides; his back hasn't been cracked like this in decades and for a second he sees stars. But he doesn't push it away yet, despite the smell.
"This is a strictly at-will arrangement!" he grits out, with what air he can squeeze into his lungs. "I have the right to quit at any time!"