[ it's long enough that david almost decides he's just being paranoid, that he should just get out of there before trapper actually does come back instead of just standing there in the silence like a fucking idiot. it's only when he finally spots trapper in the doorway that david knows he was right, but the satisfaction of finding out he was right comes simultaneous with the crushing realisation that he's, funnily enough, trapped. only one way out and it's through that big, mean bastard. ]
[ david doesn't panic though, stands his ground, grip tight on the screwdriver. and then trapper speaks and david rolls his eyes — he'd almost forgotten what it was that made him come down here, that he was incensed enough by the needling to trek out here like that would do anything. ]
Fuck you. [ he gestures, broad and frustrated, with his bloody and bandaged hand. ] You don't know shit about me.
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[ david doesn't panic though, stands his ground, grip tight on the screwdriver. and then trapper speaks and david rolls his eyes — he'd almost forgotten what it was that made him come down here, that he was incensed enough by the needling to trek out here like that would do anything. ]
Fuck you. [ he gestures, broad and frustrated, with his bloody and bandaged hand. ] You don't know shit about me.