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Sean clenched his teeth getting hit in the thigh and felt a childish rage building up inside of him to hit back. He watched Funk try and stop the bleeding in his arm trying to decide if that was worthy enough pay back or if he even cared about getting any sort of revenge in the first place. Truthfully if he could get one more hit in he would be satisfied. "I was never going to accept your offer and to be really genuine with you, I know I'm a bully who picks and chooses who I want to shame and help. That's not an insult, it's a fact. You would have had me at the clothing though, I just happen to like wearing ugly clothing though so it's rightfully insulted."
He glanced back towards the direction of the tea party they were having, he had things he could set up to make it more like a tea party. The whole reason he invited him over was to one way or another resolve things, "It's so hard not to punch you and get side tracked. But I guess we have two options, we can solve this by continuing a fight, whoever loses will yield to the others demands or we can try again to discuss it over tea, but this time with desserts," He mentioned desserts like that was going to solve world peace, "Although whichever we decide just let me put Snowy away first and then you can get bandaged up so it's fair."
Originally Sean was completely against a fight, he felt it wouldn't solve anything, but he would be lying if he didn't feel like continuing what was started. Plus it just seemed like things would get settled a whole lot quicker. After all if Funk did win the fight he would actually honor his demands. Okay maybe he'd slip up a few times, but ultimately he would be determined to shut his mouth. However he was also pretty certain he'd win. And if they did fight they could still have dessert after so it just seemed like a win win!
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 18, 2020 23:33:52 GMT -5
He was about to enter this second tea party shirtless. Fun. Not that he minded. Shame was a stranger, though he never made a point of walking around half-naked. He didn't look bad either. Mostly average, almost too clean other than these new bruises. He had a bit more muscle than what showed from underneath, the kind from a lot of heavy lifting. He leaned against the kitchen counter, a hand on his cheek as he sucked in a breath. "And who is going to want your positivity?" Funk sighed. The fact that Sean hadn't been beaten up more was a surprise. Maybe he should have just sent Sen to do the job. It was more fun by himself though.
"Why not just forget about all that and be a bully to everyone? When you don't struggle against the tar of depravity, you'll find it nicely cool." Funk lifted himself up on the counter before sliding off in the kitchen. Like it was casual to just hop over countertops. If Sean had a first aid kit, he figured it'd be here. For when he cuts himself with a knife and all that. The mention of a fight made him laugh as he rifled around in cabinets. "Please. Where's your honor you speak so highly of? You call me a brute yet you're about to sink to the same lows I do." He didn't mind the idea of it, there were plenty of things around for him he could use to his advantage. Just because they were fighting never meant he had to play fair. He wasn't much of a fighter, but he was a killer. For instance, he slipped a pair of scissors into the deep pockets of his pajama pants.
"My friends like my positivity," Sean smiled. He looked almost startled to see that Funk had any kind of muscle at all. At first he watched him rummage around his kitchen wondering what he was looking for and realized he actually thought he kept some first aid kit in the kitchen. Sean pointed to a pantry door, "You can bandage yourself with anything in there, I'm going to go put Snowy away," Sean said walking away and placing Snowy inside of the tank before walking back to wait for Funk. The house was spacious enough where fighting in the house actually wasn't a problem and given that it was winter out Sean didn't want to take it outside.
Inside the pantry were dozens of medical equipment, medicine bottles, syringes and more. It looked like a guider lived here, not a sentinel. In fact sentinels weren't allowed to work with kids or heal at all, they were expected to train, it was insubordination to change trades especially when he wasn't a cadet. However a few bags were labeled Eartha, not with Sean's name on it.
"Yeah, but I lived with Green, I'm not exactly against fighting," Sean pointed out with a sly devilish smile before looking serious, "A winner will be determined when one of us is either knocked out or yields and has to listen and follow through with the others demands." He explained while also noticing a mirror and trying to fix up his hair so it didn't look so messy and wet. He glanced back at Funk to see if he was still shirtless, but honestly what did he expect, he didn't have a spare shirt. While Funk was in the pantry he walked back up and picked up a cerulean blue shirt, his favorite color and came back down to see if Funk was ready, "I got you another T-shirt btw."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 19, 2020 1:48:01 GMT -5
Funk gave up and shrugged. It was too late for Berry to think of a good comeback. When he heard about the pantry, Funk almost jumped on it. All sorts of things could be found. He ran the shirt under some warm water before taking it off the wound. It was just as red and angry as it was five minutes ago. Considering it's only been five minutes, that made sense. He coated a banage in triple antibiotic before wrapping it around his arm. Tho before Sean came back, he noticed a few vials and the syringe. The drug he recognized, a common sleeping drug. Sure, he was no man of honor. But having a few extra tools never hurt. Filling the syringe, he stuck it in the opposite pocket before Sean came back.
"Seems your more pro it than against it." Funk said casually, definitely grabbing a granola bar. Cause man he was hungry. He threw the stained shirt into the sink and watched Sean disappear, perhaps no different than how a predator looks at their prey. There was no way he was playing fair either, and had all the money in the world to replace his stuff. Funk made a mental note to destroy as much as possible. It didn't look like he was getting out of this. "Fine I'll play your game." Holding out his hand for Sean to give him the shirt, he continued, "I win, you leave Glow alone. You win, you prove you're not a prude."
"Really? I actually hate fighting, makes you sweaty, you feel pain, your nails get chipped, hairs a mess, it's hardly worth it. But clearly we're getting nowhere and we'll never agree with one another. We're both trained to fight so why not? If you were like in Spring or something I'd never suggest a fight, but you're leader of the league so it's fine." Sean explained as he lifted his knee up with an impressive balance and gently folded the shirt once more while waiting. He grinned at Funk, his smile never quite shined as brighter than the blood lust in his eyes that seemed to starve to make others miserable. He was withholding the shirt from Funk, "If I win, I have a lot more demands than your pathetic little demand. Let's start with personal servant for the day, I get to pick your uniform, I also want a hand written apology and you will keep writing until I'm satisfied, and you have to let go of your stupid quest of getting me off of Glow's back. I like my terms as petty as I can get them. Do we have a deal?" He still kept the shirt far away from him and considering Glow was his twin, he was pretty good at keep away.
He walked over into the large hallway that led into the family room, but was ready to toss Funk a shirt to put on before they fought, at least if he actually got that deal. If he did get it he would hate himself for losing, prizes like that don't come around often. "Although you should agree unless you think you're gonna lose," Sean teased, he had the same smile as Glow, more dangerous than the night, but it came off less confident and more egotistic and bratty.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 19, 2020 15:52:20 GMT -5
Sure, Funk brought a respite to the always fighting League. Now there was a sense of cleverness and deceit along with fighting. They had to learn the importance of drugs and psychological manipulation even more than they already knew. He'd sure to get some earful when he comes back covered in bruises, they'd be slightly mad. "Whatever you say, oh holy saint. You're the one pushing for this." That flash in his eyes was nothing new to the Nemesis. It spoke volumes though. Funk let out a huff, he really was just as bad as his sister.
He was a little saddened they'd be fighting somewhere else. He wanted to smash that teapot over Sean's head. "Please. I'm not looking to prove myself like you. And a simple fight like this doesn't merit such high stakes." Funk was used to Jazz stroking his ego to try and get him to bid bigger. This was nothing compared to his brother. "You're so gungho though, I'll spice things up. The winner gets two things. First is the loser does what they want in regards to Glowstar and the second is whatever the winner wants it to be. You agree to that?" He held out his hand for the shirt still. At least Sean kept his house fairly warm.
Sean looked hesitant, he bit his bottom lip, he didn't like to agree to things when he didn't know what followed, but this would settle things. He glanced at his feet and then back at Funk, "Yeah alright, sure," He said throwing the shirt over to him. At this point he really had to hope he'd win, he was willing to bet like his rights for teasing Glowstar away, not whatever demand Funk would give to him after, "No weapons though, you know that one nurse nobody likes, Misty Rose? I got assigned to her instead of one of the Regime's and she kept asking questions as if she doesn't know about all these battles. I don't feel like going to the hospital and having her getting nosy again."
He leaned back against the wall, "And stop trying to figure me out. This whole time you've been saying I try to be nice, that I insult people, that I like to fight. It's like watching you with a bow and all your arrows are flying past me, you're aim on damaging me is all off."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 19, 2020 17:11:54 GMT -5
Well, that was easy. And now Funk had an idea as to what demands Sean would put on him. Embarrassing stuff mostly, things that were aimed to ruin his ego. Things that lit up the bullylike wonder that Sean held. Funk always approached things like this with relaxation, confidence that screamed he had this and he wouldn't care if he loss. He kept his hands visible, finally getting to pull the shirt over his head. Though his pockets felt a little heavier at the mention of weapons, he didn't flinch. He wanted to win after all. "Very well." He'd make sure Sean didn't go to the hospital. He was a doctor after all.
Well, a scientist first. "You see me trying to hurt you, I see me researching you." Funk shrugged, leaning against the opposite wall and scanning the room they were in, "That's all it is. No more, no less. Ready?"
Sean gave a grossed out expression, he supposed that did make more sense though. Funk jabbed, but when it didn't hit he moved on trying to find a better target. He was like an octopus, that's what they did, put an anchovy in the bottle, let the octopus feel around the bottle and it would learn how to uncap the bottle in a matter of moments to get its prey. In fact that's exactly how Funk was looking at him, he probably was eyeing him a lot longer like how a lion looked at a mouse, but he hadn't noticed until know. Especially not that he thought about it he wasn't really sure for what reason Funk would research him except for something negative.
"Right, yeah I'm ready, let's just start," Sean shrugged, trying not to think he pushed off from the wall, his tactic usually was to get hit as fast as he could, taking the first hit he could usually tell a lot about the power someone had, how fast they moved, and how much energy they currently had, he liked to get it out of the way rather than in the thick of the fight where he could be caught off guard. He just hoped he didn't fight like Glow, getting beaten the heck out of and somehow making a comeback last second. Sean immediately punched Funk in the side of the face at the ear, he liked the ringing noise it gave people, annoyed them the whole fight. Steadying his stance he twisted his leg and kicked the back of Funk's legs with a punishing force, if nothing else he was as quick and savage as his words. He hoped to knock him over, but at the same time, he was hoping to get hit at least once, he didn't like the unknown factor of how tough Funk was when he wasn't caught off guard.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 19, 2020 19:15:48 GMT -5
Funk wasn't a fighter, anyone who looked at him could tell you that. He didn't dance with death and carnage, or intimidate the opponent. He was just like that; the octopus. To quietly observe and counter. Really, he observed cause he liked to, almost like he was trained to. Rarely did he think of what he would do with his knowledge, but he was so used to playing the lion with the mice, it came naturally. It was usually all for mind games and the like, but this was a fun alternative. Wherever Funk hit, Sean made sure he missed before coming at him with another blow. That's how he talked, and Funk was sure that was how he fought. There was care, but not nearly enough.
He didn't need to dodge Sean's hits, he just needed to withstand them. The Sentinel charging at him only made things easier, give him a little more data. Against the wall, he couldn't dodge back, but he braced himself against it. The blow to the ear connected with the side of Funk's injured arm. Enough force to slam into his head and make his ears ring but not to the heightened effect Sean wished. But Funk was sure he was bleeding again so minor victory. The kick to the back of legs sent Funk forward, punishing enough for him to bring that force right back. Spinning back around, he reeled back before punching Sean in the nose before pulling away and kicking one of Sean's knees with the intention of blowing it out. His hand stung. Not bad.
Sean couldn't help the instinct to hold his nose upon it being hit, it just came naturally, but ultimately that's what lead to his unbalance landing him on the floor in a sitting poise. He quickly used his own legs to topple Funk down to his level and grabbed him by the shirt shoving him further to the floor making sure his back was pressed against the ground. He tilted his head, his hair falling to the left side of himself almost like it wasn't his instinct to know what to do after pinning someone and it probably wasn't. Renegade like most groups didn't fight to kill, they fought to force someone to surrender and normally in this case the opponent would yield, but there was no way Funk was ever going to be like that so after a moment of hesitation he immediately tried to punch him in the face. At this point the bloody felt slimy against his face from being socked in the nose. It was hard not to touch it again or resist wiping off the blood with his arm.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 19, 2020 21:17:48 GMT -5
The satisfaction of seeing Sean hold his bleeding nose was worth getting knocked to the floor. That familiar bruise got hit again as he hit the ground, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. That familiar taste of iron leaked onto his tongue. The Nemesis instinctively smiled and blew the fallen head out of Sean’s face again. Funks hands were free, he was ready for a counter strike. In all his trainings with the League, it was always a priority to get the arms down, even if it inconvenienced you.
Catching Sean’s raised fist, his eyes twinkled with something. Quickly, he lifted his legs up and wrapped them around Sean’s hips, throwing all his body weight into slamming him into the ground and kneeling on him. Funk grabbed his other hand and pinned them above Sean’s head. “Where’s your fire gone, Sentinel?”
Sean let out a grunt as his back hit the ground, he tried to kick Funk off of him, but Funk had already knelt down over him preventing him from using his legs to get him off, which was about the moment he realized he was in trouble. He pulled up at his arms moments too late when he felt the nemesis grab them and pin them on either side of his head. He couldn't help, but glare at Funk, the despair settling in as he struggled to move his wrists or at the very least roll him off. He leaned his head back in frustration before resting it, "That was a pretty good move," Sean admitted, his gaze darting to the left hoping to avoid Funk's. He really didn't want to admit defeat to him, but he had done a good job trapping him down. He tried again to try and throw Funk off by suddenly moving to the right fast, that was really all he had at this point. Then again if he didn't actually give up or knock out he technically still hadn't lost and if Funk tried punching him to get him to knock out that would require him to let go of his arms or loosen his grip, which was his best bet.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 19, 2020 23:57:27 GMT -5
A sick and twisted form of glee settled in Funk's gut, watching the blood dribble down Sean's nose as he struggled against his grip. It was a feeling he was all too familiar with, though it was one he mostly got remotely. When he drugged people, he never had to fight to get close, to see that light change in their eyes. It was a similar yet entirely different beast when he had to beat it down himself. It was better, but he knew it was only because it was new. A little blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, but he swept it up with his tongue. "Aww really? Wow, how nice of you to admit." The Nemesis didn't let up, leaning closer over Sean, lifting himself somewhat but keeping Sean's hips pinned between his knees. His glasses had fallen askew, but he didn't even seem to notice as he stared right into Sean's eyes. "Earlier I watched you pour the tea and mused to myself if it was poisoned. That was the kind of move I expected from you. Bright and flashy and predictable, like a viper. I was right yet wrong. Couldn't tell you if it was or not. Cause I can't quite read you yet. But I'll tell you the best way the poison someone." Funk pushed Sean's wrists against his head, leaning forward with an uncomfortable closeness he held proudly like a knife. Completely dominating the other's vision. "It's to make them want to drink it. You know that well. Truly." Funk whispered, lips grazing over Sean's ear.
This was the part about the league he didn't like the most, they never seemed to go in for the immediate kill, it almost seemed to disappoint them to do so, they liked the moment to last. He tried to continue staring off to the side, but knew he couldn't hide how uncomfortable his gaze got as Funk leaned closer. He listened to him, hating where this was going and he unfortunately knew that none of Funk's monologues ended well given that it wasn't many hours ago that his last one led to him getting beaten up. Eventually he gave up trying to avoid his stare and looked the nemesis in the eyes with a tired expression that didn't quite reach the eyes. It became obvious when Funk moved his wrists and he tensed instantly that he was afraid, but it almost felt like watching a horror movie. Like he was pretty certain he wasn't going to die from this, just get intensely scared. He squirmed uncomfortably beneath Funk, but had he moved in far too close for him to do anything, but kick his legs. There were definitely moments ago he should have given up and moments like right now where he should really give up and yet he wanted that prize with all its glory. However the uncomfortable closeness got to him, his cheeks naturally blushed at the light touch as he gave a visibly annoyed stare as though to say this means nothing. This time he allowed his fear and nervousness to lie bare and asked weakly, "Do I know it well? Really? Cause at the moment I can hardly recollect on what you're um... Getting at."
He wanted Funk to focus on his eyes and when he did he punched Funk in the side of the jaw, an audible sound coming from the hit. Regaining his normal composure he quickly tackled Funk back to the ground wasting no time in jabbing him in the throat. He pressed Funk's chin up between his fingers, "How about you give up or try a little harder?" Sean suggested soothingly.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 20, 2020 1:35:18 GMT -5
If they never got to draw it out, Funk would never get the chance to drink in all of Sean's features. His stupid pretty hair and eyes that shined in frustration. The way he squirmed underneath him and even the imminent fear that etched itself across his face. He was needlessly cruel. The League was a good fit for Funk. He wanted little more than to see it more. See...everything more. Even if it was a trick, and he knew it was. It would have been boring if it ended here, after all. So the Nemesis leaned up for his jaw to meet Sean's loosened fist.
Falling to the side, the cold needle in his pocket pricked at him, reminding of their presence. Still holding onto Sean's other hand, it only brought them closer as he was tackled to the ground. Somewhere, his ankle banged against the leg of a table, but the room felt empty and spun. Funk's jaw clicked, instinctively rubbing it and only slightly stopping the jab at his throat. Gasping uncontrollably, he sat himself up somewhat on his elbows, letting his head be moved by Sean's fingers. Oh...not bad. He did a bad job of hiding his grin. One that suggested this was a game despite the inside of his cheek bleeding after biting it too hard.
"Please, dear." He tilted his head back a little, staring up at the ceiling, "You're too fun to rush through. Gotta learn how to not be so greedy. Besides, I'd have felt bad if you never made me bleed with your bare hands though." Funk brought his head back up, legs shifting to the sides a little like he was trying to get out, "I guess I'll give you some relief." All at once, he lifted his knees, bring Sean close enough for his hand to reach out and snake into his hair. Long and stupidly soft, it made Funk consider the scissors in his other pocket. That thought didn't stop him from clapping his other hand repeatedly on one of Sean's ears. Using the daze, Funk let go and pulled himself out from under Sean and kicked him in the chest, sending the Sentinel backwards. Funk jumped to his feet, but then felt the syringe in his pocket and had an idea.
Sean looked surprised at Funk seeing a small grin on his face, but relinquished a breath of amused laughter, nerves maybe. You're having fun too, I guess? He wasn't lying when he said he disliked fighting, it was a chore, most of the time as sentinel he could just stand there, look pretty, and insult anyone who dared come into the commanders presence. When the commander spent most of their days under ground he really didn't carry the same amount of action as say a proxy guarding the nemesis. Still this fight was different than others, most backed down by now, and most opponents didn't actually want to fight. Funk wasn't a pushover and he certainly didn't mind making him bleed and hurt, he never had to fight this hard before and it was fun being able to give it his all without a superior telling him enough.
He smiled with interest listening to the nemesis speak, he almost rolled his eyes, he was too fun to rush through? Somehow he felt Funk hurrying to end this fight would be better. Suddenly he felt him shift and in a moment was back in Funk's grasp. He saw the pain more than he felt it, darkness exploding in and out of his vision and soon the world around him doubled. He felt his head hit the floor first and then his back, a cry of pain escaping him. The blood pounded in his head and again his vision bloomed in and out of focus. This was bad, if he stayed on the ground his vision would recover, but then during that time Funk could make things a lot worse. Or he could get up and continue to fight, but past experience told him that if he didn't beat Funk soon he would collapse on his own from exerting himself too fast. His mind was whirling, but ultimately he rolled onto his side. Lying down was a better option than getting up and passing out from exertion, whatever Funk would do he would endure.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 20, 2020 13:38:20 GMT -5
Compared to the fights he'd seen or heard about, this wasn't much. Funk knew that. The life was Nemesis was filled with violence, the kind that ended with a bullet most of the time. It was impersonal and quick, dominance shown right away and not given a chance to recover from. Sure, some members dragged it out, but most didn't. This was something different. Funk never minded getting a little beat up to get what he wanted. Most of the time, he hid behind a proxy or Elyon as someone else took care of the threat. It was good to take things into his own hands once in a while, go back to old form and all. Even with dragging out, this hadn't been overly long. Though every muscle in him begged him to stop, he almost wanted to keep going. But the idea he had was far too tempting, even if it would end the fight rather quickly. Funk had to know how Sean would react, had to feel it. A part of him had already given up in his pursuit of Glow, swearing this and that and all these other reasons. He had been reluctant running this race from the start. This idea was the last straw on that camel's back. There was no way he'd turn back after this,
"Sorry Glow, I'm no good for you." Funk pulled the syringe out of his pocket, voice barely above a whisper. "You know me. Once I get something in my mind, I can't get it out till I do it." An inconvenient trait for anyone else, but good for a scientist with little moral issues. Even the pains of guilt didn't stop him as he gently placed his foot on Sean's hip, rolling him over slowly onto his back. The fluid in the syringe was clear, though it collected enough on his fingertips. "If you can't forgive me, that's okay. Just be happy with Dark." It was a long time coming. Even when he crashed in on those outings, the dates really, Funk knew his gaze lingered too long. It was sad, he knew. He kept sabotaging himself, for no other reason than to punish himself as he waited for someone to notice. But they never did. He drained about half the syringe into his hand before tossing it away, kneeling over Sean again. Funk didn't bother pinning his hands down again, letting his knees rest on the other's arms was enough. His heart thrummed at the synthetic taste of the sleeping drug, letting it pool on his tongue as he ran the hand along his mouth.
"Gee, you really are a pain. You know that? Surely. You leave me no choice." Any of the solution that didn't end up on his lips and tongue was wiped off on his pants. He was gonna get hit too. That's fine. He pinched Sean's chin, forcing the other's lips to part before meeting them with his own. For every jab he got, this was the sweetest feeling of all. Funk wouldn't have even felt any struggling as he deepened the kiss, forcing the drug into Sean's mouth.
Sean felt himself move onto his back, his gaze barely in focus to look up at Funk. He slowly tried to lift himself back up, leaning on an elbow for support, but was pushed back down by Funk. His annoyed expression was more subtle this time and only now were his wounds starting to ache. He shifted uncomfortably as his vision began to come back.
"Gee, you really are a pain. You know that? Surely. You leave me no choice." Was he really a pain? Like the guy got free tea, hamster bonding, TWO free shirts, a blanket, fluffy socks, and he even let him use his medical supplies. He wouldn't even have had a problem with him if he'd just let him relentlessly trash talk tease Glow. He felt the nemesis' fingers move around his chin, he wanted to pull away, but was too tired to. It was between his vision moving from darkness to focus that he felt the kiss. Sean blushed uncontrollably feeling the heat rise across his pale face. It was an embarrassing fact, but he didn't initially struggle, really he thought this kiss wasn't going to last as long as it did and only when he felt the liquid moving down his throat did he try to push Funk off. In his mind he remembered what Funk said moments ago, the best way to get someone to drink poison was willingly. Sean tried not to choke from resisting the liquid, he could still feel his arms trapped down on either side of him, he wasn't going anywhere. He let out a small whimper realizing that one way or another he was going to have to drink this and gave in swallowing the serum willingly. He hated the dazed look he had to have trapped in his eyes, he was tired and hardly had any fight left in him and he was beginning to realize that whatever he took wouldn't be helping him much either. At this point he wanted to say that he gave up and Funk could win this one, but there was no way of saying that yet.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 20, 2020 16:10:27 GMT -5
(reminder to all stalkers to get consent before you kiss your soon to be ex-girlfriend's brother who you may or may not have a crush on in order to drug him to win a fight. or don't. depends on the circumstance)
They were both pains, let's be honest. Funk knew that, and even with all the free stuff he got from Sean, was not above calling him one too. This whole thing could have been a lot easier. He found himself almost not caring about the initial argument, about Glow and proving himself to her. Fine, Sean could do what he wanted, so long as Funk got to do this a few more times. Minus the drugs? Maybe, he'd think about it.
Funk was kinda surprised that Sean took to it so easily, wishing he could see that flustered look on his face. He kinda wanted to be slapped, just to feel him fighting against him to the end. No luck. That's fine, he was too busy memorizing the inside of Sean's mouth to care. Blood and serum mixed into something unnatural. Sean's whimper only excited Funk more, who had to struggle to not throw everything in him to this kiss. It was a means to an end, though a very satisfying mean even if he wasn't getting kissed back. Seconds felt like ages before Funk finally separating himself from Sean, face flush yet content as he wiped the traces of spit off his lips. Definitely, a dumb look as he felt the drug begin to kick in, though he held it with laidback confidence. He rolled back on his heels before getting off of Sean, sitting next to him as he found no strength to stand. A thousand thoughts crossed his mind as he caught his breath, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out. Those damn fuzzy socks were still on tight. He rested one heel on top of the other's toes before musing, "That's okay. I wouldn't want you any other way."