Chibi Cel
Your mother smelt of elderberries.
Bruh
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Post by Chibi Cel on Feb 19, 2015 4:42:45 GMT
"Excuse me?!" He rushed forward and grabbed Potato by the collar of his shirt, slightly lifting him up the ground. "Are you sassing me you damn punk?!" Any second now he was really going to introduce him to the ground. "Sass me again... I dare you..." He narrowed his eyes, his smirk was gone, but he had a feeling he was going to have it back.
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Feb 19, 2015 5:17:45 GMT
Potato just stared at him, his neck hurting from the pressure of the collar pulling against his bodyweight. He grimaced slightly, but said nothing for a while. "Why don't you just get on with it already," he growled. "Obviously you want to... so go ahead. Hit me. Kick me. I don't really care."
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Chibi Cel
Your mother smelt of elderberries.
Bruh
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Post by Chibi Cel on Feb 19, 2015 5:21:42 GMT
"Hmph!"
Souta dropped Potato to his feet, before kicking him in the stomach almost immediately. "Gladly I will! This will show you not to mess with me!" He began to throw punches and kicks at all angles towards poor Potato-kun, being absolutely merciless. That smirk returned, and his eyes were wild with pride as he beat down on poor Potato-kun.
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Feb 19, 2015 6:13:25 GMT
Potato was easily dropped by the first kick. He didn't even bother trying to block the blows, except the instinctive arms crossed by his head, but even that was a pitiful excuse of a shield at best. There was nothing to this fight, if it could even be called such. A fight involved two opponents, each playing cat and mouse, each possessing a set of skills, each pitted against each other on a stage set for combat. This was the dominant subjugating the lesser. Even Potato knew this. It was being beaten into him over and over and over. Every day of his life had been like this in Tokyo. Why ever did he garner the notion that fate would play him an easier hand merely because he changed location. One could try, but never truly run or hide from fate. So here he was, again, lying on the ground, tasting blood in his mouth, feeling bruises form, pain blossom, and it felt like just another day in his life.
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