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| Taking a deep drag and holding it deep in his lungs for a minute, he only released it to answer Sphinx's question "The guy who touched her won't be using his pretty face ever again... I doubt the other two will show their faces around here ever again...." He'd likely have killed that kid had Des not called him off, wouldn't have cared if he was being honest. He shook his head as Sphinx spoke of Angelina, he wasn't getting in the middle of that. Well, maybe if Des asked him to, he might suffer it, but otherwise he'd support her and keep his nose out of it. "She'll talk with them both once she looks better... She knows she owes them an apology for what she said" Hell, she owed them a pint of blood each for the things she'd said. She'd meant to wound, and she'd cut them both deeply last night. He listened to his fathers words, though he didn't want to believe them. He'd still do everything he could to keep those he loved safe, and he'd make sure he did better next time. He wouldn't brush off Des odd behavior again, he'd badger it till he got his answers. Least now he didn't have to keep pretending indifference. He took another pull from his cig, having nearly lost his desire for the thing now that the rage was dissipating. Noticing Sphinx's gaze on his slightly battered face, he smirked. "Apparently its not a good idea to surprise a girl after that shit" Des boot had been the cause of his slight battering, one well placed kick had split his lower lip, nicked the bridge of his nose and given him a lopsided nosebleed. He'd looked like shit after that one kick, but it had sure helped them get outa there quicker. Finally, cig held loosely between lips, he shifted away from the truck. Hiked his shirt up and away from the bandage before peeling the tape from one side and exposing the two or three inch gash in his flesh, held tight by the butterfly sutures. "Wasn't paying enough attention to my six, stupid move on my part" |
.twenty.two. .6'4". brown hair .brown eyes. .scar on left cheek. .Ford F-100 Cruiser. Dove Grey .Marine Scout Sniper. .Gunnery Sergeant. .Third Tour of Duty. |