[ instinctively, like always, david reaches to grab evan's wrist when he snaps out for his throat. grunts in pain as the pull makes various aches flare up with new pain. ]
[ his eyes search over evan's mask, like he'd find a flicker of an expression in the carved bone, but all he gets is a growl and a shove. he stumbles back a couple of steps, out of evan's way, and just... stands there for a second. watching him go. ]
Run the fuck away then-- [ he throws his hands up in frustrations ] Who gives a fuck.
no subject
[ his eyes search over evan's mask, like he'd find a flicker of an expression in the carved bone, but all he gets is a growl and a shove. he stumbles back a couple of steps, out of evan's way, and just... stands there for a second. watching him go. ]
Run the fuck away then-- [ he throws his hands up in frustrations ] Who gives a fuck.
[ definitely not him. ]