Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} acatalyst) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Alright, so the thing on the other side was fucking horrendous, but Micah had been expecting fucking horrendous. And the kid had turned into a frog, which was unfortunate, but not something catastrophic. No one had guns or machetes, and no one was bleeding or dying. All in all, the green thing that looked like it'd come from some time before humans walked the Earth wasn't so bad. Hell, it was even interesting, the way the wings and the tentacles swayed in the water. He wondered if it was a mammal.
It stared at him, and Micah crossed his arms and stared back. It didn't matter how deep that thing looked into his soul, it couldn't make him feel any worse around the past than he already did.
"Bring it, ugly," he muttered, not looking away. The glass buckled under the pressure of the waves, but if this was a staring contest, Micah refused to lose.