[ that little flash of rage on evan's face puts a smile on david's — a brief, wicked little thing, knowing little what a deep cut that was. half expects the punch for it, and the headbutt, easily dipping to the side to avoid it. too easily. but even if he'd realised it was a feint that fraction of a moment sooner, there's nowhere for david to move for that kind of thing. all he can do is absorb the blow as best he can. ]
[ enough he doesn't throw up on the spot maybe, but it still winds him. leaves him unable to do much except curse when he's suddenly spun, body bent over the table with a wheeze at the impact. ]
[ david doesn't just lay there and accept it though. he snarls, bucks like a trapped animal, throws his elbows back to try and hit evan. doing everything in his power to be as difficult about this as possible. ]
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[ enough he doesn't throw up on the spot maybe, but it still winds him. leaves him unable to do much except curse when he's suddenly spun, body bent over the table with a wheeze at the impact. ]
[ david doesn't just lay there and accept it though. he snarls, bucks like a trapped animal, throws his elbows back to try and hit evan. doing everything in his power to be as difficult about this as possible. ]