Re: Michael/Janus - No. 5 Something not at all human gave Janis a little twinge in her bones, something that felt like a magnet on a cavity, or wool carpet on a dry day. She was still reacting to it as Michael was saying something into the echo of her ear, and she didn't hear a damn thing he said. It was like the echo of gunfire, just your muscles reacting, and something had been reacting to her just the way she had been reacting to--to-- "Fuckin' Alfred Hitchcock," was what she managed to stutter, and she was grabbing at his arm to get herself back upright without knowing what standing offered more than the ground.
She looked around for the ornithological threat as she stumbled up to her feet. Janis was wearing some good-looking suede boots that had looked fantastic in the store and on her feet, but not so great wet. They also didn't feel wonderful while running, even if they weren't ambitious in the heel department. (In either form, Janis had a tendency to stride.)
"Something is grumpy with you, pal," Janis said, the tone of her voice hinting that 'something' wasn't the only thing grumpy. There might be mud in her hair. And this jacket was vintage. Her hot hand in his, she let him decide where to run, while she considered cooking chicken for dinner.