angst [PHIGHTING]

Breakdown.

Boombox idly swung his legs off the side of the couch in time with the ticking cat clock. It was a tacky gift he had picked up at a thrift store a few years back, never actually expecting the recipient to keep it. He eyed the other knickknacks around the apartment. Although, they were nothing but fuzzy blobs with his less-than-stellar vision, anything to distract him from his unwanted companion for the evening.

It had only been about 10 minutes since Medkit left, saying something about there being no more carrots before he was out the door, leaving both Boombox and Hyperlaser alone for the next hour or so.

Boombox worried the inside of his cheek, picking at the seams of his gloves as he glanced nervously at the demon sitting beside him.

He'll never admit it, but Hyperlaser always intimidated him. He was too quiet for Boombox's liking, a little too quick to shut down conversations. The helm certainly didn't help either; it shielded his face, and by extension, any expression or emotion. He just couldn't figure out what Medkit saw in the guy.

Boombox furrowed his brow, unsure if he was the only one feeling the growing tension between them as the silence drew painfully onwards, but another look towards Hyperlaser left no indications.

"So, uh," Boombox started, opening and closing his mouth as he awkwardly floundered for something else to say, "why are you so," he groaned, leaning back into the plush coach.

Hyperlaser was staring at him now. He could feel it.

"I'm not gonna beat around the bush, alright, so just promise me this one thing." Boombox took a deep breath, "don't you dare hurt Medkit, physically or mentally."

Boombox paused before continuing, his anger swelling. "I've watched him fall in love before. I watched him get his heart broken, watched as I couldn't do anything to help." He didn't care that his voice hitched as it raised in volume. "I watched him come home, bruised and battered. I watched him cry for so goddamn long."

"So don't fucking hurt him." Boombox yelled, his voice cracking, "or I'll- or I'll smash your head in with my stereo."

Boombox didn't remember standing up, but as he brought his hands to his face, he could feel the tears that leaked from the edges of his visor.