04-20-2019, 03:29 AM
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 addy had honestly known that he’d get a reaction from mike. fuckin’- asshole, always going and getting pissed off by everything-- what was he trying to do, steal addy’s whole trope? the man went on his big rant and, at the end of the day, it seemed like he wanted to have a little fight in front of everyone. and you know what? fuck it, addy couldn’t turn something like that down.
still, as sheo pointed out that addy was stating pure facts, he couldn’t help but gesture towards sheo after he said it, raising his brows at mike as if to silently convey an “i told you so.†still, after the gesture, he sighed before walking forward, muttering, “have it your way, dipshit..†sure, mike had bested him, before. but at the time, addy had seriously, seriously underestimated mike’s abilities. this time, he at least somewhat knew what he was getting into.
his goal was to land at least one good fuckin’ punch. make the man’s jaw crack. head spin. at least let the guy know that he didn’t fuck around. besides, this was a training session; he’d love to learn a thing or two, anything that might give him the upperhand the next time he sparred mike (which, at this rate, looked like it was going to be happening more often than not). walking over to the small clearing, he glanced at mike before he glowered, “go on, make your first move.â€Â
 addy had honestly known that he’d get a reaction from mike. fuckin’- asshole, always going and getting pissed off by everything-- what was he trying to do, steal addy’s whole trope? the man went on his big rant and, at the end of the day, it seemed like he wanted to have a little fight in front of everyone. and you know what? fuck it, addy couldn’t turn something like that down.
still, as sheo pointed out that addy was stating pure facts, he couldn’t help but gesture towards sheo after he said it, raising his brows at mike as if to silently convey an “i told you so.†still, after the gesture, he sighed before walking forward, muttering, “have it your way, dipshit..†sure, mike had bested him, before. but at the time, addy had seriously, seriously underestimated mike’s abilities. this time, he at least somewhat knew what he was getting into.
his goal was to land at least one good fuckin’ punch. make the man’s jaw crack. head spin. at least let the guy know that he didn’t fuck around. besides, this was a training session; he’d love to learn a thing or two, anything that might give him the upperhand the next time he sparred mike (which, at this rate, looked like it was going to be happening more often than not). walking over to the small clearing, he glanced at mike before he glowered, “go on, make your first move.â€Â