He barely dodged the bat again this time, it getting too close to nicking him in the shoulder this time. But that little dodge caught him off as he fell to the ground and rolled slightly, only to stand back up after he was steady. He stood up fully and glared to the other, the smirk having left his lips for a bit. It came back though, much smaller than before, as he spoke. ”You are getting annoyed by my voice~? But just as I felt I was going to ‘ave an intelligible conversation wiz you. But oh well… I guess zat you ‘ave never been able to ‘old one in ze first place…”
He watches Francis pull himself up, his glare meeting with the other’s as he did. He showed his clenched teeth, becoming exasperated with when he saw the smirk coming back—despite it being not as smug as before, it still bothered him. He scoffed at him. “Shit. And I thought you were ready to fight me.” he shrugs his shoulders, “You’re pathetic.”
He scoffed back at the other and shook his head slightly, his smirk widening a bit as he took a step closer, but still staying at a safe enough distance. He was not ready to fight right now so instead, he was going over possible ways to strike the other in his head. ”I am not pazetic. Just cautious. You ‘ave zat large weapon while I only ‘ave zis little knife. It is not fair game, MON CHERE.”
Alfred narrows his eyes, staying where he is as the other comes closer. “Boo-fucking-hoo, Franny. It’s your own damn fault for not carrying something else.” He becomes less defensive with but is still wary of as he clutches onto his bat more.
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February 23, 2012 // 36 notes
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