rockyspare2
ᴬ‧ᴹ 〞 speak another word ‘n i’ll hang you right ‘ere. 〞
drudgeduffy
[A GULP, KIERAN swallows air. he winces as fingernails dig crescent shapes into his skin. in wavering courage, he spits out.] I don't have NUTHIN' LEFT TO PROVE... i — i been here for DAYS NOW ALREADY. A — AND, I told you — I'm supposed t'come with you, ARTHUR. SO, just ... c'mon now, alright? let's just mount up ... [HIS ATTEMPT at RECONCILING ends with a breathy exhale, which fails to calm his disconcerted nerves. HE'S ABLE TO yank his bruised wrists out of the ironclad grip of the aggravated man, which he then uses to wipe at THE SWEAT BEADING ON HIS BROW.] [@OUTWESTED]
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★ @drudgeduffy▕ A HAND RESTS ABOVE THE OUTLAWS GUN ═ㅤ═ BELT. ACCOMPANIED WITH THE VARIOUS TRINKETS & HERBS HE’S ACCUMULATED OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS. ARTHUR, 「 IS RATHER ANNOYED. 」 FINGERS WOULD SINK FURTHER INTO KIERAN’S WRISTS. SQUEEZING HARD ENOUGH TO BRUISE. CYAN HUES GLOWER AT THE “EX” ═ㅤ═ O’DRISCOLL. THE VAN DER LIN EMITS A SCOFF AT THE WAY KIERAN COWERS AWAY. ᴬ‧ᴹ 〞 when i tell ya ‘t move, yer supposed ta move. goddamnit. i don’t need no o’driscoll with shit for brains t’ slow me down. the hell are you so yella ═ㅤ═ bellied for. 〞
drudgeduffy
[NERVOUS FINGERS fiddle with one another. kieran clears his throat.] WHAT'S... what's your problem with me? [@OUTWESTED]