John is filled with furious, roaring rage, and as it always does, it escapes him as laughter. Cruel laughter, and then-
"Fuck!" he spits as they roll over.
The rage ebbs to a level where he just growls.
The downside of having his own body, he realizes, is that it truly removes much of the leverage he had on Arthur. Before, he could have laughed in Arthur's face and taunted him that he would be giving up all chance of getting his eyes back, but now...
It's an issue he is aware, distantly, that they will have to address. One that's concerning and raises many questions, but for now, he reaches awkwardly over Arthur's arm to try to catch the hand pawing at his face.
"Arthur-!" He grits out. He shuts his eyes against the blood that's dripped on his mask and Arthur's sesrching fingers as the it goes further askew, threatening to reveal what's beneath.
John growls and bucks, trying to throw Arthur off-balance, if not off him entirely.
(And for thise still wondering: the clown is still laughing.)
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"Fuck!" he spits as they roll over.
The rage ebbs to a level where he just growls.
The downside of having his own body, he realizes, is that it truly removes much of the leverage he had on Arthur. Before, he could have laughed in Arthur's face and taunted him that he would be giving up all chance of getting his eyes back, but now...
It's an issue he is aware, distantly, that they will have to address. One that's concerning and raises many questions, but for now, he reaches awkwardly over Arthur's arm to try to catch the hand pawing at his face.
"Arthur-!" He grits out. He shuts his eyes against the blood that's dripped on his mask and Arthur's sesrching fingers as the it goes further askew, threatening to reveal what's beneath.
John growls and bucks, trying to throw Arthur off-balance, if not off him entirely.
(And for thise still wondering: the clown is still laughing.)