The back of his head collides with the door and he doesn't bother hiding his pain, face scrunching as he winces. He swears instead of stars he sees birds, and not the kind that flutter around in cartoons.
His immediate reaction is to grab the other by the throat as well, or at least clock the other in retaliation. He can handle himself in a fight, that's for sure, and for a junkie--though he's not one--he has impeccable aim.
He's in pain, though, he tells himself. Mike hurts, almost everywhere, and needs the fucking oxy and needs it now. He can't just clock the other. He raises his hands, as if to show he's unarmed, and somewhere in the back of his mind he's positive the other's accent is now scottish. Or maybe he hit his head too hard? He must of, because what the other was alluding to was...
"You're making yourself clear," Grimacing because of the pain, hand on his neck tight but bearable, "It's just I'm not gay."
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Date: 2015-07-15 09:48 am (UTC)His immediate reaction is to grab the other by the throat as well, or at least clock the other in retaliation. He can handle himself in a fight, that's for sure, and for a junkie--though he's not one--he has impeccable aim.
He's in pain, though, he tells himself. Mike hurts, almost everywhere, and needs the fucking oxy and needs it now. He can't just clock the other. He raises his hands, as if to show he's unarmed, and somewhere in the back of his mind he's positive the other's accent is now scottish. Or maybe he hit his head too hard? He must of, because what the other was alluding to was...
"You're making yourself clear," Grimacing because of the pain, hand on his neck tight but bearable, "It's just I'm not gay."