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!
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For fighting in the street, boy, but what can a poor boy do? )
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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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