Feb. 2nd, 2016

urbandev: (Reeve - y so srs?)
Consciousness returned slowly. Reeve blinked, the light shining through his lashes spikes and stars. Kidnapped, then. Again. At least this time it seemed like they'd spared him the lump on the head.

"Miles?" If he was kidnapped, his hands and ankles strapped to a cool stainless steel table -- just judging by experience -- Miles would be here somewhere. Probably having a moral crisis of some sort.

Reeve made an attempt at pulling himself off the table, but they'd figured out the straps this time, it seemed. He was well and truly pinned, and no tools left within easy reach this time, either.

"We really ought to stop meeting like this."

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