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Today I beat Keira's fuckbuddy unconscious.
I'm pretty sure I should feel badly about that.
Big misunderstanding and all that.
I wouldn't have done it had I known who he was before the fistfight (it was actually more in the nature of a brawl, the little fucker is strong, but he's not exactly skilled, though I did end up on my arse at least once and I've go a bruise the size of a fucking grapefruit on my chest -- sharp elbows), but since I didn't know, and since beating the crap out of someone who was scaling the fucking building seemed like the appropriate response at the time, what I actually feel is... amused.
Clearly I should be ashamed of myself.
But the look on the bastard's face. Fucking priceless.
I'm pretty sure I should feel badly about that.
Big misunderstanding and all that.
I wouldn't have done it had I known who he was before the fistfight (it was actually more in the nature of a brawl, the little fucker is strong, but he's not exactly skilled, though I did end up on my arse at least once and I've go a bruise the size of a fucking grapefruit on my chest -- sharp elbows), but since I didn't know, and since beating the crap out of someone who was scaling the fucking building seemed like the appropriate response at the time, what I actually feel is... amused.
Clearly I should be ashamed of myself.
But the look on the bastard's face. Fucking priceless.