[ hey, aaron's voice, in a body wearing aaron's shirt, and murphy's head picks up from where he's digging around, looking for where he'd buried some emergency supplies, in case the city ended up being a bust. his brows lifted, he doesn't expect the twin at all, even knowing there's a twin out there, and that twin probably wants his head right now. andrew gets his swing in far too fast for murphy's jerk of a reflex to save him, taking the punch square across the cheek, inside of his mouth crushed up against his teeth.
which is why andrew can likely see blood on said pearly whites when he straightens up, ignoring whatever was just said to him, because honestly, he doesn't fucking care. he's not dignifying this freaking stupid line of thought that whatever andrew says to him about how to conduct his life if going to mean absolutely anything at all. nah, we're just here to brawl. ]
Was wondering when you were gonna turn up.
[ because they'd warned him he'd get a talk. this isn't a talk, but no, this is better. so much better than just walking away and maybe flipping the bird. a snarl breaks across murphy's features, the kind of animalistic crazy you get when a place like the Ground formed you like pick axes carving out stone, and he launches forward overlapping the last syllable of what andrew had been telling him, completely in one ear and out the other, before he slams out a punch, angling a shoulder after to drive into his gut, trying to send him to the ground.
it's really a good thing aaron didn't tag along. ]
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which is why andrew can likely see blood on said pearly whites when he straightens up, ignoring whatever was just said to him, because honestly, he doesn't fucking care. he's not dignifying this freaking stupid line of thought that whatever andrew says to him about how to conduct his life if going to mean absolutely anything at all. nah, we're just here to brawl. ]
Was wondering when you were gonna turn up.
[ because they'd warned him he'd get a talk. this isn't a talk, but no, this is better. so much better than just walking away and maybe flipping the bird. a snarl breaks across murphy's features, the kind of animalistic crazy you get when a place like the Ground formed you like pick axes carving out stone, and he launches forward overlapping the last syllable of what andrew had been telling him, completely in one ear and out the other, before he slams out a punch, angling a shoulder after to drive into his gut, trying to send him to the ground.
it's really a good thing aaron didn't tag along. ]