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"Relax...that was my own fault. I grabbed the blade. Could've grabbed anything else but opted for the blade cuz I've got no real self-preservation skills." He could've easily grabbed Duckling's wrist but went for the knife instead, this injury was all on himself and he knew that. But that aside he wouldn't blame Esteban for that crash-out anyways. The guy had been through enough, he didn't need an old man to talk down on him for that.

I can smell it. I can smelel the meata beanjng cooked Dear God it smells just like himm I can't dot rhis I needd to lay downe why does it smeell like him why does this always jppnein to me I kellr remeniffn it evegeyr time gdo I wasd sajsdin a godoo time today why why tosya i ness to locks techs roors i vans feel It in a mh nouth why am I swwatif

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Letting go of his wrists he shook his head, using his unharmed hand to ruffle through the smaller ones hair. "All good, happens to the best of us. At this point I should get paid for my annual saving appearances." The pain in his hand had already subsided, the blood staining the glove the only reminder for him that he had literally grabbed a god damn blade. "Take your time little critter."

I can smell it. I can smelel the meata beanjng cooked Dear God it smells just like himm I can't dot rhis I needd to lay downe why does it smeell like him why does this always jppnein to me I kellr remeniffn it evegeyr time gdo I wasd sajsdin a godoo time today why why tosya i ness to locks techs roors i vans feel It in a mh nouth why am I swwatif

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A relieved sigh left his lips but his hands still stayed wrapped around Ducklings wrists, better safe than sorry. "It's just us Esteban...just the girl over there and me. Not your Lt, remember? Weaver...you're Hudson's little guy." That was the only connection they had after all, Hudson. Having met in his office multiple times, having seen each other and talked. The poor guy wasn't usually so hostile, he had met Duckling as a sweet soul. Not the unhinged demon he had turned into just now.

I can smell it. I can smelel the meata beanjng cooked Dear God it smells just like himm I can't dot rhis I needd to lay downe why does it smeell like him why does this always jppnein to me I kellr remeniffn it evegeyr time gdo I wasd sajsdin a godoo time today why why tosya i ness to locks techs roors i vans feel It in a mh nouth why am I swwatif

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There was a certain moment he noticed, eyes clearing up despite their frantic search of something familiar. Once more he grabbed Duckling's wrists, a bit tighter this time to keep him grounded. Warmth, his hands had always been warm, Hudson had pointed that out before. "Enough!" More force behind the voice, more urgency echoing in his tone. He had to do something or Duckling would get hurt, probably by his hands too.

I can smell it. I can smelel the meata beanjng cooked Dear God it smells just like himm I can't dot rhis I needd to lay downe why does it smeell like him why does this always jppnein to me I kellr remeniffn it evegeyr time gdo I wasd sajsdin a godoo time today why why tosya i ness to locks techs roors i vans feel It in a mh nouth why am I swwatif

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Duckling wasn't a challenge by any means but there was another aspect this time. He didn't want to hurt the guy, not even scratch. Hudson would have his ass for that as well. Grabbing the hand that held the knife he tried to be as gentle as he could. Weaver was not a gentle guy.

Holding Esteban in place he took a deep breath. There was the issue with him not recognizing faces that well which only made this more difficult than it needed to be. "Esteban I swear to God...стой!" Voices, words, languages, maybe he'd recognize these things.

I can smell it. I can smelel the meata beanjng cooked Dear God it smells just like himm I can't dot rhis I needd to lay downe why does it smeell like him why does this always jppnein to me I kellr remeniffn it evegeyr time gdo I wasd sajsdin a godoo time today why why tosya i ness to locks techs roors i vans feel It in a mh nouth why am I swwatif

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"PTSD is a bitch, speaking from experience here. Esteban just got it a bit on the worse side." Shaking his bleeding hand slightly he took a step closer to Duckling, hands raised as he shook his head. He had seen reactions like these before, had been in the same position too. Unlike him though the poor guy deserved to be handled with care. "Come on lil critter...this ain't whatcha want. It's just us...just me...gimme the knife. Come on...you're stronger than that." His hand slowly reached out, the healthy one at least. The blood would probably only scare the poor guy further.

I can smell it. I can smelel the meata beanjng cooked Dear God it smells just like himm I can't dot rhis I needd to lay downe why does it smeell like him why does this always jppnein to me I kellr remeniffn it evegeyr time gdo I wasd sajsdin a godoo time today why why tosya i ness to locks techs roors i vans feel It in a mh nouth why am I swwatif

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How had it turned out to him showing up at the worst possible situations lately? First the bullshit with Rook and now this. Initially he had come over to Duckling for some food and to see if the little critter was doing fine not to see them threatening someone. Whatever the situation was he had to act and ask later. So his hand reached around Suki, grabbing the blade of the knife tightly to stop anything getting worse. "You guys really should put up warning signs when ya crash out...I feel like a stressed uncle at this point."

I can smell it. I can smelel the meata beanjng cooked Dear God it smells just like himm I can't dot rhis I needd to lay downe why does it smeell like him why does this always jppnein to me I kellr remeniffn it evegeyr time gdo I wasd sajsdin a godoo time today why why tosya i ness to locks techs roors i vans feel It in a mh nouth why am I swwatif

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Did what I had to, always a pleasure to take out the trash.

Who the hell is "Rook" and why is it that he's avoided like the plague? I heard a small bit of what happened in the Easter Party from Esteban, but I am not entirely sure what is going on.

He and Bell have a history.

Shit happened. Not sure how much he would want me to share, that’s his story to tell.

What happened at the party, yeah, that bastard had it coming.

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By now he was just angry, not drunk, not tipsy, just angry. Smacking the approaching fist away he grabbed the man by the throat, it was his turn to choke the motherfucker. "Always insulting, always screaming, always being the narcissist. There's nothing else in you, no qualities. So you force others to see things in you. Gaslighting others into thinking you're dominant all while your feeble little heart just wants to be adored so desperately. Lemme guess? Momma didn't love ya? Daddy smacked ya?"

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...

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He couldn't stop him from practically tackling him to the ground, a strangled grunt escaping him as he gathered himself. Tipsy, only tipsy, not too drunk. And the worst part? He was sobering up. Grabbing the man's wrists he squeezed them, hard, slowly prying them off his throat. "As far as I can see? The lil guy hates you! Not even Perseus wanted you! How do I know shit like that, huh? Riiiiight, knowledge is key bitch." And with that he ripped Rooks arms down, headbutting him just as hard as he had punched his nose before.

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...

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"Broken? No, I'm tired." Catching himself with his hands on the table behind him he shrugged, eye staring at the abuser right in front of him. Hate? No, hate was way too peaceful for what he was feeling for this man. Abuse was bad, he hated it, had been through shit himself, but this was way out of what he could tolerate. "Oh? Touched a no-no subject, did I? God, you're so fucking pathetic. So weak, so hopeless, just another piece of shit on the sidewalk. You've been born as nothing, lived as less and will die as a hated tumor. Nothing, you are nothing." With that his hand shot forward, a well placed punch to the throat of Rook. "And your voice fucking annoys me." What could be worse than a lethal agent like him? Right, a tired man who's usually hunting down the undead.

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...

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Of course it hurt, of course he grunted and accepted that knee in his stomach. But this wasn't about his pain and he, luckily, had enough alcohol in his system to ignore it for now. He fought fucking zombies on a daily basis, this was just one guy. Grabbing the guy by the shirt he looked up, spitting blood right against his chest. "Oh that's the best you've got? Wow wow wow...you're nothing, filthy abuser, filthy, pathetic, unloved and unwanted. Is that why you so desperately seek love from others? Why you force your dirty dick into others??? Piece of shit, man whore, useless whore." Oh, this was on and he was ready to end it in the dirtiest way possible.

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...

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Grunting he bared the pain of the punch, one eye narrowing as he grabbed the man's wrist. "That's all? For someone with demands like these I thought you'd be a challenge...you're not." With his other fist he landed a punch to the side of Rooks head. He was annoyed, angry even. Abuse while he was there? No.

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...

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Rolling his eyes he pushed the bottle into Bell's hands, his gaze focused on Rook. "Oh shut the fuck up, will ya? The fuck you mean yours? He's not a fucking possession ya twat." He grabbed him by the collar, pulling the bitch back up to his feet. "Bla bla bla now will ya put up a fight now instead of whining like the god damn cunt ya are? I'm not drunk enough for your screeching banshee voice."

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...

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Maya forced me to be here, I'm not doing this cuz I'm interested. This bullshit seems like a whole damn shitshow. Could be fun? Well, I'm just here to annoy the shit outta some of these old bastards.

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He just wanted to come over, Woods asked and he was all too happy to go out for once. Zombies were getting annoying by now anyways. But this? He saw it from afar, didn't think much until he realized which bitch that was. The final straw and it showed as he grabbed Rook by the neck just to land a full blown punch with his knuckles straight into the man's face. It cracked, probably either his knuckles or the man's nose, he didn't care either way. "Fucking hell! Piece of shit got too comfortable, huh?!" The others might have promised to stay civil, he didn't.

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...