[ if he wasn't already halfway to fucking furious, the innuendo would get a laugh out of david, an amused snort at the very least, maybe a joke fired back. as it is, he's busy trying to decide which of the latter part of all that he should be more offended by. ]
Half fuckin' bite am I?
[ he licks his lips, looks at him with hard eyes, the anger in him a steady thing that's easy. comfortable. too much so, probably, because he knows he shouldn't say what he's about to, but he can't stop himself. ]
Half bark and half bite when I had you cut up out there too, was I?
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Half fuckin' bite am I?
[ he licks his lips, looks at him with hard eyes, the anger in him a steady thing that's easy. comfortable. too much so, probably, because he knows he shouldn't say what he's about to, but he can't stop himself. ]
Half bark and half bite when I had you cut up out there too, was I?