[it has to look ridiculous, the utter, lit and shining rage in Beecher's eyes contrasted against his sudden, unwanted fish face. He remembers the last time he let someone push him around like this, treat him like a bitch. The very last time.
He tries to twist his head back enough to speak normally, biting out his words.] Fine. But you touch me like that again and next time I'm stabbing your cock.
Uh huh. [ He shoves Beecher's face back (a little less hard than he'd shoved on his hand and chest, you're welcome), and pulls his shirt back down again, wiping blood off his hand on the fabric. ]
You stab my cock, and I rip out your goddamn throat with my teeth, how's that?
[ An empty threat — there's a hex on him stopping things like that. Not that he'll ever be saying it! ]
[ He starts out the door, but pauses to make sure he's being followed. And he'd better be, he has all sorts of more annoying tricks up his sleeve if not. ]
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Date: 2013-10-21 06:20 am (UTC)He tries to twist his head back enough to speak normally, biting out his words.] Fine. But you touch me like that again and next time I'm stabbing your cock.
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Date: 2013-10-21 06:24 am (UTC)You stab my cock, and I rip out your goddamn throat with my teeth, how's that?
[ An empty threat — there's a hex on him stopping things like that. Not that he'll ever be saying it! ]
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Date: 2013-10-21 06:31 am (UTC)...Now remind me what the fuck you're even here for? To drag me to the Bahamas?
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Date: 2013-10-21 06:36 am (UTC)[ He starts out the door, but pauses to make sure he's being followed. And he'd better be, he has all sorts of more annoying tricks up his sleeve if not. ]
Maybe we'll be real lucky and get Disneyland.
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Date: 2013-10-21 06:14 pm (UTC)I'm going to need way more information before I even pretend to think about this.