[ Night it. That exclamation's only slightly more baffling than the kissing one, but then Sirius is on the move anyway, kicking the canister in his direction. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's getting at (although Fitz is a genius, thank you), and he's reaching for the canister when something catches him up short.
There's a sharp yank on his other arm as the tendril grabs hold of his wrist, abrupt enough for him to drop the black tablet he'd been cradling under his arm. ] Not my bloody—
[ Which starts out very irritated, then ends with a sharp yelp as the stupid thing bites his hand. Tablet and canister forgotten, he grabs hold of it with his free hand and gives it a yank, apparently opting for a tug-of-war approach to get it off. ] I thought you said you'd taken out the teeth!
[ Like that's the real complaint, here. False advertising. ]
tosses words out the window
There's a sharp yank on his other arm as the tendril grabs hold of his wrist, abrupt enough for him to drop the black tablet he'd been cradling under his arm. ] Not my bloody—
[ Which starts out very irritated, then ends with a sharp yelp as the stupid thing bites his hand. Tablet and canister forgotten, he grabs hold of it with his free hand and gives it a yank, apparently opting for a tug-of-war approach to get it off. ] I thought you said you'd taken out the teeth!
[ Like that's the real complaint, here. False advertising. ]