by Lilith Michaelis » 08/16/2015 8:06 AM
He was definitely not happy. Nope. Especially considering there was now vomit all over his files and now the cabinet was shut and ugh. Those were going to smell horrible. Hey, even Worth has standards. Could they be saved? Probably. Maybe. Did he remember what any of them were or what they said? Noooot so much, which was why just trying to zap them clean was going to be a problem. Thing's still smudge, kiddies.
The dear smelly doctor cracked a grin as his foot made contact with the Smilokuhna's guts. Ohhhhhh that was satisfying, so very satisfying. He was about to follow the kick with a headgrab or something to pin the little sick shit down, but was abruptly interrupted by a bottle to the face. Again. What was with this kid and trying to break his face with bottles? Appropriately distracted by his face, Luce wasn't exactly prepared for the sharp elbow that suddenly met his stomach. The lanky doctor doubled over, still rubbing at his face, grunting at. That elbow fucking hurt.
Now, Luce liked pain. He was all for feeling pain. Pain was good. If the situation was different, he'd be thoroughly enjoying this. But the fact of the matter was he was getting tired of being pummeled in the face with his own bottles, damn it. Of course, he had a few options here. 1) He could get the fuck out of dodge and run, it really wouldn't be that hard. Not actually being human had its perks. 2) He could beat the shit out of this mercenary and send him back to whichever idiot was trying to get rid of him now. Or 3) He could just lie down and give up while groaning annoyingly loud.
Maybe he could get away with option 3 for a few seconds. Yeah. That sounded good. And hey, if shortshit over there got too curious or stabby, a good punch oughta do him just fine. Running and fighting were always options. So, that's just what he did. A low groan, almost a whine, eeked out of the doctor as he let himself collapse and topple over on to the floor, facing the ceiling. At which he was now fixing a glare. Because this is totally the ceiling's fault.
[[Hhhh this is a shitty post but here you go. This is what happens when I have three things I'm thinking about doing and decide just to flop. Literally.]]
There's a reckoning a-coming
It burns beyond the grave
There's lead inside my belly
Cause my soul has lost its way