Consequence of sounds

[danceswithgoths]

Spring came slowly, by creeping inches eroding snow sculptures and restless dreams brought on by the cold. As it was, there happens to be a half melted sculpture of Wittgenstein out on the lawn in front of Miki's place. For all the wear, the straw hat set on its head still looks passing jaunty

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[danceswithgoths]

A shared glance crosses between the two, sure this guy is angry, but that bitch is trying to get their friend sent to jail. Highly uncool and unkind as it were, and now that they’ve gotten a good look at her, well, she’s got to be the type who’d put out and is only putting on this show due to some imagined slight. ‘Cause that’s totally what happens, all the time! Maxim wouldn’t lie, nor would Spike teevee, no sirree.

“Sorry, bitch’s done a severe unkindness to a friend of ours.” With that, the first makes a go at pushing past to meet up with his friend on the other side. No little force is leveraged to get Basch to move out of the way, the boy has at least caught on that he’s not going to make it easy to get past.

[bloodtie]

Not easy, indeed, because with that last slight, a strong and almost immediate hand clamps around his throat. If you're not going to step back, he has no choice but to make you.

"Firstly," Basch says, doing just this -- pushing the both of them back about five paces. His voice is oddly dispassionate; there's no anger here. "you'd do well to curb your disrespect of her in my presence. She is neither your 'bitch' or your 'slut', and I'll extract what discourtesy you extend from here on from your miserable, classless hide. Secondly,"

He turns them both around so man #1's back is facing his friend; no surprise attacks here, since they're so fond of them.

"If this 'friend' is who I think it is, the only severe unkindness between the lot of you will be what I do unto you in his place unless you both leave."

At this point, he's almost wishing they fuck up further.

[danceswithgoths]

This situation presents a most complex conundrum to their slightly addled minds. On the one hand, that woman is right over there (currenty becoming highly pissed off due to someone cracking her case) and directly in front of them is this righteously pissed off dude. What is the direction they will take in this hellish Choose Your Own Adventure called life??

“Kkklth...?” A series of head jerks accompanied by some further choking noises leads them to the simple mathematical fact the two is greater than one, with obvious disregard to the immediate past. Which brings the choice to page 112.

Quickly ducking down, their goal is either to take him down with them, or getting him to let go so they can move on to other purposes within the pub.

This may be the time that one notes the foolhardy nature of youth.

[bloodtie]

So there are Gods