TEXT&VOICE MESSAGE POST ✖ gargleblasted

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[prayforprey]

come here

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[prayforprey]

come here or im goin there

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dnot toyu go back to prisn

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[prayforprey]

then you better get here huh

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stupiud asshole`

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[he wants to say it's a bluff and ignore it, dive back into his collection of booze and bullshit bruising]

[ - but Genkaku doesn't lie]

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fucker shut up
dnt go anywhere

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[prayforprey]

im waitin

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[he slinks back like he's the one under house arrest, with a sullen bottleslash of a mouth and a sharpshard eye ringed in black]

[even though he doesn't make much noise returning, he knows he's been heard, knows Genkaku is lurking somewhere in this shitpit, scenting the alcohol rolling out of his pores and the fresh blood matting his hair]

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[prayforprey]

[ as soon as the Undergrounder, scents akimbo, walks through the door to his own room, it slams violently behind him and the light gives a click. sometimes words no one wants to say get heard, felt better in the darkness. ]

[ his voice is a low, menacing growl that doesn't leave his crouch against the wall. ]

You smell good.

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[it's not the darkness that he's afraid of - nor even the monsters lurking in it]

[it's words, the words he's been crunching and grinding in his teeth since he saw that fucking bitch's network post]

[he wants to drill a hole in the back of his skull and let the damn words seep out like noxious gas, fade silently into nothing in canned spacestation air]

[but he can't do that and he can't forget, so his jaw locks like it's rusting shut]

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[prayforprey]

[ his own hand locks tight on the inside of a shoulder, smothering heat on old bite marks and bullet wounds, snuffing out scars (like stars) that have no place in this conflict. ]

[ with a squeeze, he's pulling the man in on himself, his arm wrapping around and snatching up the nape of his neck like a dog's scruff, and he breathes over that bent face. ]

I'd hurt you better'n them. Why didn't you come home?

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[the Undergrounder's whole body flinches violently at the contact, bristling like he hasn't in weeks]

[already chewed knuckles slam into the other man's neck and chest as he fights to grant himself space again]

[his voice is a broiling growl of warning]

Didn't want to. Fuck off'a me -

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[prayforprey]

[ he does rasp, but doesn't relinquish, twining tight around the fox, tripping up long legs to sweep them out from under and crash them both to the small bed. ]

[ the distance is loosed, but his fist holds down his head to the mattress from the scruff, forcing his back to arch. ]

Nuh-unh. C'mon, tell me 'bout it. What's Hope gotten you now?

[ a dead leg weight and all these feelings he never wanted. ]