John's palm connects, because, like, what's Arthur going to do? See it coming?
He's winding up for another punch, hanging onto John's robe despite the pain of those fingers digging mercilessly into his arm, when the slap takes him full in the face. It stings like an absolute bitch, and he tastes blood in his mouth -- the angle and the force made him bite the inside of his cheek.
John's words wake up something twisting and insane in him.
Arthur spits blood at John. His fingers on John's robe are loosening against his will as John's fingers dig between his radius and ulna, so he grabs with his left hand as well and drags him sideways in a crocodile roll, landing with Arthur on top.
"You should've?" He's shouting now, his voice whetted to a vicious edge. "Fuck you! What if I take them back!"
His right arm tries to twist free. His left hand darts up from John's collar. John's face has to be around here somewhere. He'll go through the sockets of the mask if he has to.
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He's winding up for another punch, hanging onto John's robe despite the pain of those fingers digging mercilessly into his arm, when the slap takes him full in the face. It stings like an absolute bitch, and he tastes blood in his mouth -- the angle and the force made him bite the inside of his cheek.
John's words wake up something twisting and insane in him.
Arthur spits blood at John. His fingers on John's robe are loosening against his will as John's fingers dig between his radius and ulna, so he grabs with his left hand as well and drags him sideways in a crocodile roll, landing with Arthur on top.
"You should've?" He's shouting now, his voice whetted to a vicious edge. "Fuck you! What if I take them back!"
His right arm tries to twist free. His left hand darts up from John's collar. John's face has to be around here somewhere. He'll go through the sockets of the mask if he has to.