Post by mildofthewild on Jun 23, 2021 17:44:07 GMT -5
"Ha! Idiot, I got you right where I wa-SPLECK!"
Samuel's solid kick to the thief's face is perhaps the one effective measure of shutting him up. However, it isn't the most effective of stopping his attack.
Before the kick could connect, B.G.'s spinny tops launched themselves forward. They danced around on the young man's body, gathering speed before they launched themselves across his legs, using his feet as a springboard to launch themselves and catch Samuel in the face as well. Both fighters would not be leaving this altercation with their usual pretty visage...
B.G.s face suffers a few blows before the force sends him back, the young man briefly in a daze as his voice attempts to project his agony.
"Ow." It would suffice.
Rolling over, B.G. crawls to the bookshelf, shakily pulling one more book away...only to reveal nothing. No trap door, no secret passage.
"Dammit," he says through a mouth full of blood along with a cascading red waterfall from his nose, the man angrily looking back to Samuel as he fixes the skewed frame on his glasses.
"You couldn't bury a plant, much less the greatest thief this side of the...of the west blue...hang on, I think you...YOU DID! You knocked out a tooth you jerk!"
B.G. spits out one of his pearly whites, shock transforming into defiance as he spins the molar between his fingers and flings it at Samuel, all the while shakily getting to his feet and grabbing another book...for nothing to happen.
"What the hell, where did that nerd stash his crap?!" He shouts, signaling his location to the approaching guards. As he hears their approach, he casts a frown to the door before leaning back.
"Thank goodness you came! The thief is here, he tried impersonating Doctor Moon! Hurry, I'll hold him back!" He allows a brief smile before turning back to Samuel, shrugging.
"Whatever works at this point. I really don't like you, you know that?"
Samuel's solid kick to the thief's face is perhaps the one effective measure of shutting him up. However, it isn't the most effective of stopping his attack.
Before the kick could connect, B.G.'s spinny tops launched themselves forward. They danced around on the young man's body, gathering speed before they launched themselves across his legs, using his feet as a springboard to launch themselves and catch Samuel in the face as well. Both fighters would not be leaving this altercation with their usual pretty visage...
B.G.s face suffers a few blows before the force sends him back, the young man briefly in a daze as his voice attempts to project his agony.
"Ow." It would suffice.
Rolling over, B.G. crawls to the bookshelf, shakily pulling one more book away...only to reveal nothing. No trap door, no secret passage.
"Dammit," he says through a mouth full of blood along with a cascading red waterfall from his nose, the man angrily looking back to Samuel as he fixes the skewed frame on his glasses.
"You couldn't bury a plant, much less the greatest thief this side of the...of the west blue...hang on, I think you...YOU DID! You knocked out a tooth you jerk!"
B.G. spits out one of his pearly whites, shock transforming into defiance as he spins the molar between his fingers and flings it at Samuel, all the while shakily getting to his feet and grabbing another book...for nothing to happen.
"What the hell, where did that nerd stash his crap?!" He shouts, signaling his location to the approaching guards. As he hears their approach, he casts a frown to the door before leaning back.
"Thank goodness you came! The thief is here, he tried impersonating Doctor Moon! Hurry, I'll hold him back!" He allows a brief smile before turning back to Samuel, shrugging.
"Whatever works at this point. I really don't like you, you know that?"