// @solorne
it must be some unspoken talent ; the way his words would often tumble from his mouth like broken glass , leaving no one unscathed . and that was just the way he likes it . “ well , that’s just swell then ! “ the shorter would reach over , shoving the other’s arms up high ; the familiar adrenaline creeping through his veins and god almighty , was he ready to get fucking high off of it . “ keep your fists up and you won’t die . i won’t die . " a simple slap on the guy’s back and a slow growing smile on his own face . “ and we’ll both be happy . ” he had seen this guy fight ; seen the way his eyes were glossed over with that violent hunger that had won him so much money from the ring . but in the same night , he had also witnessed something rather peculiar ---- hell , this kid could be the perfect protagonist to some wack psych movie , for all he knew . hyunbin could even sell this story to his director , if this alcohol-induced plan of his didn’t work out . “ alright , buckaroo --- ” another quick lookover , brushing off the other’s shirt before he’d pick his half-drunken beer can off of the ground ; raising it up high in clear provocation to these thugs . “ make sure my face doesn’t get touched and i’ll buy you a nice meal . deal ? ” as if he’d even remember it , anyway .
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