Boyfriend to Death Scenarios and Imagines

|Fighting Spirit|Farz Murphy|

You knew Farz before, but he's changed a lot, that's for sure.  A small crossover of TINR (mention of TINR characters) and BTD2.

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Farz Murphy. He was a...guy with some flaws. But he was still your friend. He was always that one calm yet easily angered kid, but he didn't fight. He usually avoided it unless purely angered. But that was Farz Murphy from before. 

Here you are now, watching the kid fight like he was addicted to it and couldn't stop. He probably was. The brunette dodged the bulky men that were twice, hell, probably three times his height. Yet, he managed to kick their asses. Of course not with ease though. He had bruises and a busted lip that went well with his black eye. You didn't know where he got his highly active fighting spirit from, guessing that Sid was the influence. But that damn brat didn't fight that much. Sid was annoying but, wasn't annoying enough to start a physical fight.

Maybe it was from that hunk...Vincent? You glanced at the mentioned male, noticing his smirk as he watched the smaller male fight. You would've punched him if you could, but the bar was already in chaos and you'd definitely would've ended up six feet under ground. Knowing how you couldn't do anything about this situation, your lips formed a frown as you picked up your jacket, throwing it on and strolled out the bar.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you kicked a pebble near by, leaning against the brick wall. It was cold, your thin jacket unable to protect your skin from the cool breeze. Shoving your hands in your pocket, you looked up at the cars and other transportation vehicles pass by, the lights flashing. 

"Did you see that, Vincent?" A voice called out, followed by a snicker. You looked over to see Farz and the taller male, Vincent, walk out the bar. Poor Farz had scratches and bruises, his leg probably broken since he was limping badly. "Did good, kiddo." The southern male replied, earning a punch to the arm from the nickname. Vincent cackles and ruffles the shorter male's hair. 

Farz turned and noticed you propped up against the wall and said his goodbyes to Vincent, the both of you watching the tall male ride off on his motorcycle. The green eyed boy focused his attention back onto you and waved. "Why weren't you in there watching me?" He asked with a frown, eyebrows furrowed. You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the wall. "Do you think I like seeing you get all bloody and bruised?" You questioned with a soft tone. The male shrugged, hooking his arm around yours as the two of you walked. "You should, its what you'll see when you're with me." He answers, looking forward. You let the short male lead the way as you looked down at him. "Why do you always fight now? Back then you-" You were cut off by a harsh shove, impacting onto the ground with a small whimper. Farz glared at you, stopping his tracks.

"I'm not that weak ass Farz anymore, ____." He snarled before walking off without you. You watched as he turned the corner and vanished from your sight. You let out a sigh, but felt relieved because you were lucky,

Farz Murphy. A guy with a highly active fighting spirit. Instead of starting a fist fight with you,  left to cool down.