could somebody check my pulse? it's been a minute since i've tasted blood. i forgot how good this was
Well, even if he doesn't want to give up for a piece of ass, maybe Henry does. Joking. Obviously he wants to give up because there's not much else he can do. This was a last ditch effort, and Oliver's next move sends him careening backwards. Instead of disarming his opponent, his opponent has turned the tide and disarmed him.
Henry manages to catch his balance (which is surprising!) and puts his hands up. "Okay, okay," he lets out a breathy chuckle, "You win, this time." He shoots a sharp, playful look up at Oliver.
With their little exercise over, Henry walks on over to the target and examines it. "So, how come you're so deadset on defensive training?" He asks, tilting his gaze back over to the blond as he leans one of his arms against the post, "Got someone you're trying to protect?"
Henry manages to catch his balance (which is surprising!) and puts his hands up. "Okay, okay," he lets out a breathy chuckle, "You win, this time." He shoots a sharp, playful look up at Oliver.
With their little exercise over, Henry walks on over to the target and examines it. "So, how come you're so deadset on defensive training?" He asks, tilting his gaze back over to the blond as he leans one of his arms against the post, "Got someone you're trying to protect?"
HENRY
