whatever. They stand in stoic silence, one in front of the other. The tear stains are still wet on Isaac's cheeks, flush from the adrenalin and emotion still coloring them. The hard-headed stubborn determination, grief, rage. It's hard not to see the similarities, this close up—enough to make him want to leave, now. Forget this ever happened.
Then the damn stupid brat apologizes. He crosses his arms, fingers digging into his forearm. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Continued defiance at least would have been more familiar territory.]
[ like dude what the fuck is your damage? you don't need isaac's permission get outta here
he's just gonna... nurse his wounds. like. rubbing at his throat and accidentally smearing the blood. nice. he doesn't look like he got the shit kicked out of him or anything. ]
Isaac probably won't be expecting to get picked up by the back of his fancy suit jacket like a naughty puppy, but that sure is what's happening right now.
Asch stalks to the door out, wrenches it open, and hucks Isaac out into the main hall area.]
[ he's squawking to high hell what the FUCK is happening right now
isaac gets tossed into the hall like a sack of potatoes and he's in PAIN because he's HURT and DOESN'T LAND ELEGANTLY actually he just kind of falls on his ass
and stares back at the door with such bald incredulity the poor thing should probably burst into flames. ]
Who's the brat here?!
[ ...............................................
eventually he and his bruised ego (and his bruised everything else) finally get up and meander off in the probable direction of seeking medical attention ]
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whatever. They stand in stoic silence, one in front of the other. The tear stains are still wet on Isaac's cheeks, flush from the adrenalin and emotion still coloring them. The hard-headed stubborn determination, grief, rage. It's hard not to see the similarities, this close up—enough to make him want to leave, now. Forget this ever happened.
Then the damn stupid brat apologizes. He crosses his arms, fingers digging into his forearm. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Continued defiance at least would have been more familiar territory.]
Tch.
It doesn't matter. I'm done in here, anyway.
[It's completely fucked??????? But okay???????]
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[ like dude what the fuck is your damage? you don't need isaac's permission get outta here
he's just gonna... nurse his wounds. like. rubbing at his throat and accidentally smearing the blood. nice. he doesn't look like he got the shit kicked out of him or anything. ]
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welp
Isaac probably won't be expecting to get picked up by the back of his fancy suit jacket like a naughty puppy, but that sure is what's happening right now.
Asch stalks to the door out, wrenches it open, and hucks Isaac out into the main hall area.]
Go to your room, brat!
[The door slams shut behind him.]
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[ he's squawking to high hell what the FUCK is happening right now
isaac gets tossed into the hall like a sack of potatoes and he's in PAIN because he's HURT and DOESN'T LAND ELEGANTLY actually he just kind of falls on his ass
and stares back at the door with such bald incredulity the poor thing should probably burst into flames. ]
Who's the brat here?!
[ ...............................................
eventually he and his bruised ego (and his bruised everything else) finally get up and meander off in the probable direction of seeking medical attention ]