[ the hand on his arm cuts off every other thought in his head, the consideration that he wouldn't mind going out and smashing shit. he resists the twist of his arm instinctively, the switch from something light and relaxed — playful, almost — to angry and combative is instant. ]
[ david looks up at him, shoulders squared, lips pulled in a sneer. his side hurts a little when he straightens up properly, but he doesn't think about it, moves closer into evan's space with a growl. ]
no subject
[ david looks up at him, shoulders squared, lips pulled in a sneer. his side hurts a little when he straightens up properly, but he doesn't think about it, moves closer into evan's space with a growl. ]
Make me.