// and it's alright, that's the way i like it —
She dodges the yeeted knife sharpener and Thorn’s nose wrinkles with the result of it, watching as she snags the pot lids and he takes a step back to try and get out of the direct line of fire from whatever it is she plans to do with them. Wincing when they clang and leave his ears ringing, she’ll soon learn that Thorn doesn’t really care much to try and focus on what she’s saying when he’s smart enough to realize it’s probably some tactic she’s trying to use on him.
It's muffled, whatever she says, and he dodges her punch to his chest, reaching out to try and snag her fist from her overextension – deciding now’s as good a time as any to decide to get more physical with it. And if there’s someone that knows a thing or two about restraining someone, it’s Thorn. He aims to grab her wrist and pull it behind her to spin her toward the edge of the counter top with him behind her, trying to keep her from being able to throw another punch. “What?” He asks when he thinks he can hear again.
3/4
Thorn dodges the punch to his chest, ears ringing, and tries to grab her hand she punched with to spin her and pin her against the counter top with the arm behind her.
It's muffled, whatever she says, and he dodges her punch to his chest, reaching out to try and snag her fist from her overextension – deciding now’s as good a time as any to decide to get more physical with it. And if there’s someone that knows a thing or two about restraining someone, it’s Thorn. He aims to grab her wrist and pull it behind her to spin her toward the edge of the counter top with him behind her, trying to keep her from being able to throw another punch. “What?” He asks when he thinks he can hear again.
3/4
Thorn dodges the punch to his chest, ears ringing, and tries to grab her hand she punched with to spin her and pin her against the counter top with the arm behind her.
thorn
— getting crucified,
every time you cross my mind //
every time you cross my mind //
