'Cause Summer's here, and the time is right
Who: Darc and Gabriel.
When: Tuesday afternoon probably?
Where: The Biodome.
Summary: You could be forgiven for being surprised that these two are fighting this week. After all, they don't even like each other. Except that apparently, they do.
Rating: Probably PG-13.
Warnings: Violence!
( For fighting in the street, boy, but what can a poor boy do? )
When: Tuesday afternoon probably?
Where: The Biodome.
Summary: You could be forgiven for being surprised that these two are fighting this week. After all, they don't even like each other. Except that apparently, they do.
Rating: Probably PG-13.
Warnings: Violence!
( For fighting in the street, boy, but what can a poor boy do? )
He just gave the archangel an irritable grunt before looking away again...and that sudden desire to punch Gabriel in the face that flickered through him on realising he was there? Well, it must be because his mood was already bad and the guy was always trying to piss him off, of course. It couldn't possibly because he sort of thought he was alright. Obviously.
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So when he suddenly did feel the urge to leave a bruise or several, he was a little confused, but mostly just annoyed. Not surprised though - he never could catch a break, could he? But then again... he couldn't just turn around and leave. Not when Darc was looking so broody - turning down an opportunity to mock him would be against pretty much every behavioural code he had.
"Nice outfit, kid." He stopped, a little further away than one would usually be for conversation, his head tilted a little to one side. "I can probably find you a Simple Plan CD, if you need a soundtrack for your manpain."
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He glanced down at his blood-stained shirt, his expression darkening for just a moment before he gave the other an incredulous snort. "Tch. What the fuck are you talking about now?"
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He stuffed his hands firmly into his jacket pockets, mostly because he couldn't quite stop them from curling into fists.
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He shook his head, a brief flicker of confusion passing over his visage as he attempted to force the thought from his mind. He wasn't going to do that, he could control himself, he didn't even like Gabriel...right?
"Either start talking sense or fuck off, I'm not in the mood," he spat out through gritted teeth instead, despite the fact that bickering with Gabriel would probably have lead to some temporary releif from his turbulent musings. Today, however, it somehow didn't seem like the best idea...
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"Yeah?" A smirk. "I'll take Option C, 'none of the above', please, Chris."
He stepped closer, almost without thinking about it. 'Confrontational' was pretty much his default state, which was inconvenient at the best of times but right now? Potentially very dangerous.
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"Go and find someone else to annoy. I don't wanna hear you're pointless babbling right now," he all-but snarled, shifting restlessly as the desire to just give in to his irrational urges pushed harder at his self-control.
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Gabriel's self-control had never been something he'd worked on, which was why he made practically no attempt to resist the urge to keep moving forward until he was definitely verging on 'much too close'... at which point he stopped dead, and smirked, slowly and he was fairly sure, infuriatingly smugly.
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Instead, he took half a step closer, steadily meeting the other's gaze as some dark emotion crossed his partially-scaled face. "Well maybe its about time you fucking ( ... )
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This, of course, did nothing to stop him from attacking in return - not in retaliation so much as just for the sake of attacking. Almost casually, he reached out to grab Darc's arm.
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His grip on Darc's arm tightened, and he pulled him a little closer. Sadly, Gabriel had no such reservations about causing anyone any pain, and only partially because of the experiment.
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"Get the fuck off me!" he spat out through gritted teeth; he wanted to get away, but at the same time...the irriational urge to cause the archangel pain was returning, and rather than simply continuing to try and pull back, he swiftly brought his left hand sweeping upwards in a slashing motion, intending to drag his claws across the other's chest, though not nearly with as much depth as when he had almost gutted Izaya.
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He thought that perhaps the reason he didn't just heal himself was that it made him look creepier, walking around, grinning, unaffected by his 'injuries', and therefore had so much potential for worrying people. Or maybe it was just because he thought it made him look badass. Whyever it was, it wasn't really much of a concern of his. He was more preoccupied by Darc's injuries, at the moment. Or rather, the fact that Darc didn't have as many as Gabriel thought he ought to.
Well, that would have to be rectified. While he didn't want to do any serious damage, if he was careful he could limit the strength of his attacks to only just above those of a human. So, going for the abdomen, he aimed a barely-superhuman punch at the other.
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He let out a hiss of pain as Gabriel's fist struck, curling in on himself just a little in an attempt to lessen the impact. It did hurt, that was true, but he was accustomed to pain and was able to take a lot more than that, though it seemed likely that it would leave a mark.
"Just fuck off," he growled out, yanking back hard in yet another attempt to free himself from the older male, before launching into a fierce uppercut aimed at Gabriel's chin, still not satisfied that he has hurt him enough when he had yet to elicit the response that he craved.
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