[ Rupert isn't so proud that he refuses Jonas's arm; in fact, he's quite grateful. He leans in heavily, ignoring the way that every bone in his body seems to dislike the heavy pressure of being pressed into another person. He's slightly less grateful at having the decision about who portals them where taken out of their hands. Pressing his eyes together briefly with a hiss of resigned annoyance, Rupert forces an unhappy laugh. ]
I wouldn't -- fine, whatever you like.
[ It hurts too much to laugh, he quickly realises, even sarcastically. When he opens his eyes again Murphy and the other boy - God, how is he still standing? - are close enough for Rupert to give their unfortunate victim a tired, assessing look. That arm noise was fucking horrible. ]
In a minute, someone's going to explain what the fuck just happened here, [ He promises (threatens) to the group at large. After Jonas does whatever this black thing is about to do.
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I wouldn't -- fine, whatever you like.
[ It hurts too much to laugh, he quickly realises, even sarcastically. When he opens his eyes again Murphy and the other boy - God, how is he still standing? - are close enough for Rupert to give their unfortunate victim a tired, assessing look. That arm noise was fucking horrible. ]
In a minute, someone's going to explain what the fuck just happened here, [ He promises (threatens) to the group at large. After Jonas does whatever this black thing is about to do.