[ That...that hard head. That's so damned familiar it's not even funny. It's like something telling him he could throw a broken wall at this dude and it wouldn't bother him. What a strange damn thought. Besides, he's got other things to worry about. Like mounting this bucking sharko and trying to punch his teeth in. Pretty boy won't be so pretty when he's done with him.
Except there's that swearing and his hand stops short.
Because that language... it makes his head hurt. He's been doing that more often himself. Strange foreign words slipping into his vocabulary. So the punching stops for a moment because he's just sitting on the man to stare at him]
The fuck...the fuck does that mean! What did you just say!
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Except there's that swearing and his hand stops short.
Because that language... it makes his head hurt. He's been doing that more often himself. Strange foreign words slipping into his vocabulary. So the punching stops for a moment because he's just sitting on the man to stare at him]
The fuck...the fuck does that mean! What did you just say!