[He is decidedly not interested in climbing down the vertical side of a building, thanks.
Silenced by the certainty of those words - and the truth embedded within them - a scowl transforms his face into petulant irritation. The snapping serves Hei no favors. He's tempted to chuck the closed pocketknife at his head.]
Fuck. Maybe I should've turned you in. You were hitting that guy like... [Like what? Cain's voice fades on the wind. He tries,] You would've killed him.
[Producing the knife, he tosses it to the ground childishly. Not as satisfying.]
no subject
Silenced by the certainty of those words - and the truth embedded within them - a scowl transforms his face into petulant irritation. The snapping serves Hei no favors. He's tempted to chuck the closed pocketknife at his head.]
Fuck. Maybe I should've turned you in. You were hitting that guy like... [Like what? Cain's voice fades on the wind. He tries,] You would've killed him.
[Producing the knife, he tosses it to the ground childishly. Not as satisfying.]
Don't break it, it's new.