{ What's even happening? He feels like they've blasted back into the past, beating each other up over something completely different. At least back then, there'd been a distinct reason. Now, he's not totally sure what they're fighting about. Were he sober, maybe this could've been a different exchange.
He snarls at the pain in his ribs, body skewing in the direction he's hit. That's gonna leave a nasty bruise in the morning. }
Getting killed just really fucked you up, didn't it, hm? Baby's first death?
{ It comes out as a mocking, rasping wheeze as he winds a hand around the wrist of the hand still snarled in his hair.
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He snarls at the pain in his ribs, body skewing in the direction he's hit. That's gonna leave a nasty bruise in the morning. }
Getting killed just really fucked you up, didn't it, hm? Baby's first death?
{ It comes out as a mocking, rasping wheeze as he winds a hand around the wrist of the hand still snarled in his hair.