[ Somehow, people always know. It must show on his face, in the way he holds himself out of armor. Something. Maybe just the fact that he twitches and acts like a crazy person. You know. The little things. Sharkface bares his teeth but he thinks the threat's lost it's shine out here. They haven't killed each other. They could start off with smaller things, go for the knives again - he's got more, Felix does too - but really, what would it get them?
Blood on the ground. A momentary distraction. This is still happening. ]
Go fuck yourself.
[ A blunt suggest. Impractical, unhelpful, and Sharkface doesn't move. He stays put, blood caking across his face. He watches Felix dig his thumb into the wound on his shoulder and he gets it more than he cares to. Pain centers you. Grants clarity. Looks like they both need that right now. ]
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Blood on the ground. A momentary distraction. This is still happening. ]
Go fuck yourself.
[ A blunt suggest. Impractical, unhelpful, and Sharkface doesn't move. He stays put, blood caking across his face. He watches Felix dig his thumb into the wound on his shoulder and he gets it more than he cares to. Pain centers you. Grants clarity. Looks like they both need that right now. ]
You can bleed out for all I care.