[ evan doesn't notice the almost-comment, the one that would have been followed by a punch to the jaw hard enough to break something, and maybe not just the workbench. as long as he doesn't hear it, all he can do is wonder, and right now he's not in quite enough of a killing mood to think too far.
david closes the space and evan thinks about what he can say. he's always in the mood for blood, but like he said, david hasn't been that much of a pain in the ass lately. ]
Could get on your knees.
[ and that is almost a joke, because of the way he snorts after it, because he knows david's not about to do it. ]
Could go bust up all those fuckin' drones on my property, if you're up for it.
[ one hand lands on david's upper arm, pulls him in a little closer, twists it a little to push a little more difference in height. ]
[ 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. ]
[ he wrenches his arm out of evan's grip, still staring daggers up at evan. he should be better than this, at holding it in, at not immediately getting fired up the second someone even hints at trying to push him around or intimidate him, but he can't help it. especially not when he thinks about last time and-- ]
[ it's really only the barest sliver of self-restraint that stops him immediately swinging. ]
But if you wanna act like cock of the walk about it- [ he punctuates with a shove. ] Then you're gonna have to make me.
[ another time, the anger would have gone straight into him, found its reflection, and fought its way out. there would have been another fight. maybe one that ended in nothing, maybe one that got one of them killed.
but evan tries to avoid thinking about what-ifs, and right now, his mood's not so bad that he's going to rise to what he sees as bait, even if it would end up being a benefit in the end.
so when david yanks himself free, shoves evan back - not that he moves any real distance - he watches david, and then laughs. it's short, sharp, and not particularly amused, but it's a laugh. ]
Nah.
[ he steps back, leans against a different workbench and folds his arms across his chest. ]
You owe me. Pay it back when you're damn good and ready for it.
[ the confusion is plain on david's face, for a moment he wonders if he got the measure of the situation wrong, but he thinks about evan twisting his arm and decides, nah. bastard should've known better if he didn't want any hostility. ]
You wanna fuck, I'm almost always up for it, ain't makin' any secret of that.
[ god knows he'll take the distraction over just about anything else, even without the fact that evan has proved unfortunately very good to hook up with. compatible in a way that should be fucking obvious in hindsight. ]
[ david's still figuring this out. truthfully he doesn't have the greatest idea of what he himself wants, what he likes, but he's not so desperately ashamed of himself-- of this that he needs to dress it up as something it's not to feel okay with it. not that he objects to wrapping it up in a little violence, but he doesn't need evan acting like he's doing him a favour if that's how it's going to be either. ]
But if you wanna act like the size of you's something special? [ he raises his eyebrows, tilts his head forward when he speaks. ] Should know better than to think that's gonna get anythin' else outta me, Chuck.
[ his own fault, really, for immediately going for violence. what did he expect david to do? back down? as if. the surprise is clear on david, but evan decides against changing his own course.
although david's constant getting under his skin does make it tempting to go for an immediate reverse. almost too tempting. ]
Thought the size of me was somethin' special as far as you're concerned.
[ innuendo more than insult, really. he knows what david meant by size, and it's not the same thing he does. ]
Not gonna fight you for it while you're hurt. Get that fixed up, we'll see where you bein' half bark and half bite takes you.
[ 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?
[ the anger stirs, seethes, sits up somewhere inside him and strains at the leash. behind the mask, he narrows his eyes, seeing bait laid out in front of him. whether david's trying to lure him into a violent fuck or an actual fight is still up in the air, but evan tries to rein in on that, at least to some degree.
he leans in a little, still looming. still the danger he always has been, even if the cleaver's not in his hands right now. ]
You had me on the ground and you offered me a mercy kill. [ he says it like it offends him, because it does. ] Had your teeth in me and pulled 'em out. That's all bark.
[ david honestly has no idea what he wants here, all he knows is just a few minutes ago he was in a surprisingly good mood and now he's itching to see blood. of course, with david switching back can be just as fast too, but right now he feels like a dog pulling on a rope. growling, desperate for something even if it doesn't know what that is. ]
Oh-- My apologies for offerin' you a choice in how you went out.
[ sure, okay, it was for himself. stalling, looking for a reason it wouldn't just be him killing someone in a rage like he was always afraid he would one day. just lose control and tear someone apart. ]
[ sometimes he thinks he should just give into it, especially here where it barely even fucking matters, thinks about evan's lifeless body and the satisfaction that came with it, always just a brief thing before the nausea sets in. not over the killing, but the way blood on his hands and a body at his feet feels right to some fucked up part of him. like that's what he was made for. ]
[ between the way that thought makes him sick to his stomach, and the fact that he and evan have found this weird sort of civility — fragile as it is — it's what keeps the clenched fists at his sides instead of throwing a punch. no small one either, the kind that would break a normal man's jaw. david backs up a step instead, not exactly disengaging but something like it. not enough like it, because he can't stop himself from going on. ]
Won't make that mistake next time, don't you worry.
[ the problem with david - with a lot of the survivors, really, but david's right here, right now - is that he makes the bait so goddamned tempting. every word, every movement, every little twitch of his expression makes evan want to grab his skull and slam it into the table nearby, whether to kill him or fuck him being up for debate.
but if he throws a punch, david will return it. hard, fast, and just as dangerous, even with his fucked up shoulder. if anyone's living proof that a fucked up shoulder means nothing to a punch, it's evan. and he's not really in the mood for a brawl right now - after all, the last one ended with him dead.
so he leans in closer, the rage bubbling just under his skin, mouth twisting into a snarl under the mask. ]
Good. 'Cause the next time you do, we're both gonna die.
[ he knows david can kill him, now, as much as david knows evan can kill him. and they'll make things mutual. they'll both hate it. ]
Fix your fuckin' shoulder. We'll finish this when you do.
[ not that he knows what they'll be finishing, honestly. ]
[ david just stands there for a moment, staring, seething. like part of him is searching for a way to draw it out, make it into an actual fight, however that ends up shaking out. he's so wound up, desperate for it almost, something to justify the way he feels like a pot ready to boil over. ]
[ later on, he'll be surprised about evan's restraint. right now it's just a disappointment that sits heavy in his gut. a deep dissatisfaction he's not going to be rid of until the next trial. ]
[ he backs up a step, still eyeing evan, and then turns to pick up his clothes. just the thought of lifting his arm to put his shirt back on makes his shoulder spike in pain, so david just holds them in a frustrated fist. ]
[ he could answer that. remind david that he ran out here on one invitation. but he also knows that'll send things over the edge, so he doesn't. there's no point in inviting a fight he isn't interested in - and that's not as difficult for him as it might seem, even when dealing with a survivor.
but david backs off just as much, grabbing his shirt and not putting it on, which just shows how bad the injury really is. evan just snorts, his only contribution to ending the conversation, and watches david until he leaves.
he doesn't remind him to keep an eye out for traps - doesn't need to, because either david's still aware enough to watch out for them, or he's too pissed off to care, in which case he can step in one. and while evan won't go after him, it'll still make life even worse to try and get back to the campfire on an injured leg on top of the injured shoulder. ]
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david closes the space and evan thinks about what he can say. he's always in the mood for blood, but like he said, david hasn't been that much of a pain in the ass lately. ]
Could get on your knees.
[ and that is almost a joke, because of the way he snorts after it, because he knows david's not about to do it. ]
Could go bust up all those fuckin' drones on my property, if you're up for it.
[ one hand lands on david's upper arm, pulls him in a little closer, twists it a little to push a little more difference in height. ]
Or get your ass on the table.
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[ 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.
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is it real or is this just the way david is? could be both. he glares down through the mask, but doesn't shove him back just yet. ]
A second ago you were ready to do me a favor. Waste both our time.
[ but he might still be. ]
You need me to take it?
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[ he wrenches his arm out of evan's grip, still staring daggers up at evan. he should be better than this, at holding it in, at not immediately getting fired up the second someone even hints at trying to push him around or intimidate him, but he can't help it. especially not when he thinks about last time and-- ]
[ it's really only the barest sliver of self-restraint that stops him immediately swinging. ]
But if you wanna act like cock of the walk about it- [ he punctuates with a shove. ] Then you're gonna have to make me.
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but evan tries to avoid thinking about what-ifs, and right now, his mood's not so bad that he's going to rise to what he sees as bait, even if it would end up being a benefit in the end.
so when david yanks himself free, shoves evan back - not that he moves any real distance - he watches david, and then laughs. it's short, sharp, and not particularly amused, but it's a laugh. ]
Nah.
[ he steps back, leans against a different workbench and folds his arms across his chest. ]
You owe me. Pay it back when you're damn good and ready for it.
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You wanna fuck, I'm almost always up for it, ain't makin' any secret of that.
[ god knows he'll take the distraction over just about anything else, even without the fact that evan has proved unfortunately very good to hook up with. compatible in a way that should be fucking obvious in hindsight. ]
[ david's still figuring this out. truthfully he doesn't have the greatest idea of what he himself wants, what he likes, but he's not so desperately ashamed of himself-- of this that he needs to dress it up as something it's not to feel okay with it. not that he objects to wrapping it up in a little violence, but he doesn't need evan acting like he's doing him a favour if that's how it's going to be either. ]
But if you wanna act like the size of you's something special? [ he raises his eyebrows, tilts his head forward when he speaks. ] Should know better than to think that's gonna get anythin' else outta me, Chuck.
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although david's constant getting under his skin does make it tempting to go for an immediate reverse. almost too tempting. ]
Thought the size of me was somethin' special as far as you're concerned.
[ innuendo more than insult, really. he knows what david meant by size, and it's not the same thing he does. ]
Not gonna fight you for it while you're hurt. Get that fixed up, we'll see where you bein' half bark and half bite takes you.
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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?
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he leans in a little, still looming. still the danger he always has been, even if the cleaver's not in his hands right now. ]
You had me on the ground and you offered me a mercy kill. [ he says it like it offends him, because it does. ] Had your teeth in me and pulled 'em out. That's all bark.
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Oh-- My apologies for offerin' you a choice in how you went out.
[ sure, okay, it was for himself. stalling, looking for a reason it wouldn't just be him killing someone in a rage like he was always afraid he would one day. just lose control and tear someone apart. ]
[ sometimes he thinks he should just give into it, especially here where it barely even fucking matters, thinks about evan's lifeless body and the satisfaction that came with it, always just a brief thing before the nausea sets in. not over the killing, but the way blood on his hands and a body at his feet feels right to some fucked up part of him. like that's what he was made for. ]
[ between the way that thought makes him sick to his stomach, and the fact that he and evan have found this weird sort of civility — fragile as it is — it's what keeps the clenched fists at his sides instead of throwing a punch. no small one either, the kind that would break a normal man's jaw. david backs up a step instead, not exactly disengaging but something like it. not enough like it, because he can't stop himself from going on. ]
Won't make that mistake next time, don't you worry.
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but if he throws a punch, david will return it. hard, fast, and just as dangerous, even with his fucked up shoulder. if anyone's living proof that a fucked up shoulder means nothing to a punch, it's evan. and he's not really in the mood for a brawl right now - after all, the last one ended with him dead.
so he leans in closer, the rage bubbling just under his skin, mouth twisting into a snarl under the mask. ]
Good. 'Cause the next time you do, we're both gonna die.
[ he knows david can kill him, now, as much as david knows evan can kill him. and they'll make things mutual. they'll both hate it. ]
Fix your fuckin' shoulder. We'll finish this when you do.
[ not that he knows what they'll be finishing, honestly. ]
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[ later on, he'll be surprised about evan's restraint. right now it's just a disappointment that sits heavy in his gut. a deep dissatisfaction he's not going to be rid of until the next trial. ]
[ he backs up a step, still eyeing evan, and then turns to pick up his clothes. just the thought of lifting his arm to put his shirt back on makes his shoulder spike in pain, so david just holds them in a frustrated fist. ]
Don't know why the fuck I came out here anyway.
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but david backs off just as much, grabbing his shirt and not putting it on, which just shows how bad the injury really is. evan just snorts, his only contribution to ending the conversation, and watches david until he leaves.
he doesn't remind him to keep an eye out for traps - doesn't need to, because either david's still aware enough to watch out for them, or he's too pissed off to care, in which case he can step in one. and while evan won't go after him, it'll still make life even worse to try and get back to the campfire on an injured leg on top of the injured shoulder. ]