[ He should have fucking known. What other psycho here would pull a stunt like this? ]
You fucking -- [ his complaint cuts off with a startled grunt when he feels that affectionate press of lips against his jaw ] -- you fucking asshole -- [ another stifled noise of protest, muffled from the way Set's fingers dig into his jaw ] -- the hell d'you think you're doing --
[ And of course, he starts fighting back the way he always does, clawing one hand at Set's forearm in an attempt to extricate his face from that painful vice grip, the other shoving roughly against Set's body to try and put some distance between them. But the chariot jolts over a bump in the road the next moment, the entire surface beneath their feet rattling from the impact, and Gen reflexively ends up stumbling back to press close up against Set once more, breaths just a notch quicker.
Could he be blamed for it? He has some familiarity with construction vehicles, but a chariot is an entirely foreign method of transport to him, and he's all too aware of the paving stones below them zipping by so quickly he can barely tell them apart. They're going fast enough he's not sure he'd be able to react quickly enough to melt into the ground before it breaks half the bones in his body.
His struggles halt for the moment as Gen grits his teeth; his pulse is racing so hard and so fast, rattling against his ribcage with a fervor that Set can maybe feel through the grip at his midriff. And as he digs his nails harder, harder into Set's forearm (equal parts in quiet protest and to anchor himself more firmly on the chariot), Gen glares back at him. ]
-- I ain't interested in wasting time with games. [ His mind goes back to a conversation held past the bars of a jail cell, in the cold and the dark. To equal mentions of a promise, and of punishment. ] If you're plannin' on taking me outta the battle early, just throw me off this cart already and get it over with.
[ It's possible isn't it? That that's the 'punishment' Set is thinking of. It'd certainly rile him up, if he didn't even get the chance to fight for Zenith before being ejected from the ring this round. ]
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You fucking -- [ his complaint cuts off with a startled grunt when he feels that affectionate press of lips against his jaw ] -- you fucking asshole -- [ another stifled noise of protest, muffled from the way Set's fingers dig into his jaw ] -- the hell d'you think you're doing --
[ And of course, he starts fighting back the way he always does, clawing one hand at Set's forearm in an attempt to extricate his face from that painful vice grip, the other shoving roughly against Set's body to try and put some distance between them. But the chariot jolts over a bump in the road the next moment, the entire surface beneath their feet rattling from the impact, and Gen reflexively ends up stumbling back to press close up against Set once more, breaths just a notch quicker.
Could he be blamed for it? He has some familiarity with construction vehicles, but a chariot is an entirely foreign method of transport to him, and he's all too aware of the paving stones below them zipping by so quickly he can barely tell them apart. They're going fast enough he's not sure he'd be able to react quickly enough to melt into the ground before it breaks half the bones in his body.
His struggles halt for the moment as Gen grits his teeth; his pulse is racing so hard and so fast, rattling against his ribcage with a fervor that Set can maybe feel through the grip at his midriff. And as he digs his nails harder, harder into Set's forearm (equal parts in quiet protest and to anchor himself more firmly on the chariot), Gen glares back at him. ]
-- I ain't interested in wasting time with games. [ His mind goes back to a conversation held past the bars of a jail cell, in the cold and the dark. To equal mentions of a promise, and of punishment. ] If you're plannin' on taking me outta the battle early, just throw me off this cart already and get it over with.
[ It's possible isn't it? That that's the 'punishment' Set is thinking of. It'd certainly rile him up, if he didn't even get the chance to fight for Zenith before being ejected from the ring this round. ]