There's panic in the curse word, hovering as the other has his ankle. He'd been about to hop it, and he was close--so close--just ready to go into a neighbours yard before a hand clamps around his ankle.
He'd thought he'd won. He honestly thought Mike could get away, because Billy had been so far behind. He swore it--but that meant Billy was toying with him. Billy was playing with his fucking food.
He can't hit the other with his other foot, as he's still on the fence, fingers clinging to the chainlink with a rattle as he tries his best to stay on it. He's not worried about the fall, it's only a few feet--he's worried about Billy.
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Date: 2015-07-27 09:54 am (UTC)He'd thought he'd won. He honestly thought Mike could get away, because Billy had been so far behind. He swore it--but that meant Billy was toying with him. Billy was playing with his fucking food.
He can't hit the other with his other foot, as he's still on the fence, fingers clinging to the chainlink with a rattle as he tries his best to stay on it. He's not worried about the fall, it's only a few feet--he's worried about Billy.
Billy and that broad, broad smile.
"Get the fuck away from me."