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                           Too scared for the club, Yarne?
                                        Haven’t seen you there in weeks. 

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pierrebete:

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I’ll carry you back to your place with one hand on my back - if I have to.
Hah … but yeah sure, I can walk you back.

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ayeee thanks punching bag, you’re great.

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pierrebete:

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Yeah no, you won’t but you’ll see me in the evening. That’s something, isn’t it ?
Friday sounds great though, I gotta work early on saturday again.

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I mean as long as you’re willing to walk me back to my place because i might have a broken rib or two

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The moment, where a fist flew at him from his left passed too fast for Yarne to really put an arm in between. Though he did try to avoid it, it still hit him. Not directly on the cheek but his jawbone. If that was the smaller of two distresses was up for debate. He moved back a litte, hoping to slightly get out of her reach but the other people around them made backing away hard. He knew he was being too passive and had to do something about it but did not know how. The stranger across him seemed like she had done this at least a hundred times, as if she never had been more prepared. But maybe that was also his fault for not expecting so much force behind her punch. The area around his left jawbone went numb for a second but snapped back with a pulsating pain. Though it was still bearable. 

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Determination on his mind and will to fight in his bones, still he could not manage to grasp the initiative and waited for her next move. Reacting to something was easier than causing the reaction. This was not just a test for himself, this was something else - something more important. But to get through this Yarne also knew that he had to avoid the next swing to be able to react and maybe ( probably not ) lend a blow himself.

           A growl came from the female’s throat when she missed, watching with
      careful eyes as he backed away. Oh gods she just wanted to punch his
      little face into a pulp, punch away that scared little look of his.

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            Gods he was being such a little bitch! Was he trying to get out of this?
      There was no way that Severa was going to let him go without one little 
       punch on his pretty face. Bouncing on her toes she reared up her left
       arm and went for a jab to his ribs. 

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okay but fight club verse may just become a separate verse because its great

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but yeah fight club verse headcannons

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