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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:41 am
"Question." Lex piped up, standing straight and neat now, prepared to leave the conversation. Leslie had his discourse, had given his apology, and Lex got the information he'd wanted.
If only he knew what Leslie had gone through, though. An eighteen year old did not have a 40 year old's eyes, or drinking problem. Leslie didn't trust Lex, though, not enough to divulge that sort of information. Lex couldn't blame the teen.
"Why would the Thompson's clone save you? Aren't the clones, you know, a part of their arsenal in the war to come?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 1:01 am
Leslie shrugged, helpless. "If I knew that, maybe it wouldn't ******** terrify me. Maybe there's factions. Gang wars never have just two."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 1:32 pm
"Makes sense." Lex nodded, pulling out his wallet.
Leslie was handed a 20 dollar note, and a somewhat charming grin. "Thanks for your time; go boy yourself some decent ******** vodka."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 1:51 pm
******** really? Leslie looked at the money, then back at Lex. It wasn't generally in his blood to turn down free money, but that's how Lex wanted to be? Leslie calmly took the twenty and laid it down on the desk, fingers tapping against its surface for just a moment. When he turned back around, his fist came up afterwards to collide with Lex's jaw, right in his smug ******** face."Do I look like a ******** prostitute to you?" he asked, coldly furious. "Don't compensate me for my time like you're the one doing me a ******** favor. I chose to do this. My debt to you is way beyond ******** paid. No wonder you're such a sad sack of s**t." He put his hands up, backing up to leave, lip curled.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:45 pm
Leslie snarled at Lex, a whirlwind of fury and raised hackles. Recounting Russia never stopped being an open wound, and Lex's blase nature felt a lot like salt rubbed right into it. Why had he ******** bothered at all? He brought his elbow up to jab Lex in the throat, abrupt and with force. Aleria stayed unsummoned.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:21 pm
With a grunt, Lex shoved Leslie away from him with a hard palm to the chest, keeping Regal unsummoned as well. No wards - no guarantee that one of them wouldn't come out of this freshly injured.
"Stand down, Miller." He barked, taking a more defensive position, feet squared with shoulders and fists held close to his chest. He knew he was the one who retaliated, starting the brawl - he knew giving the kid money could be seen as condescension, but dammit he was tired of everyone taking him the wrong way. "I don't want to fight."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 5:55 pm
"Then maybe ******** think," Leslie bitched, refusing to back down, especially not at Lex's instructions, the ******** gall of it, "before you ******** speak? Jesus christ." Leslie lunged at him, teeth clacking as he snapped his jaws at the other hunter. "If you didn't want to fight maybe you shouldn't have been a condescending c**t!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:06 pm
Lex heaved a very heavy sigh, taking the blow from Leslie to catch him by his arm, finally exerting his height over the boy. "I was trying-" Lex punctuated mid sentence by bodily throwing Leslie away from him, into a desk. "Trying to be nice. I wasn't ******** paying you for your time."
Staying put, hands on his hips and accent peppering his speech, Lex leveled an intense glare at the chain smoking, alcoholic teen. "I was ******** buying y'all a goddamn drink, and that's apparently bein' ******** condescending? Well ******** me, then, Leslie. So goddamn sorry to have offended ya."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:12 pm
Leslie twisted it away, his double jointed arm proving useful in squirming out of a grasp. His fingers clutched the desk behind it, hard enough for the metal to dent. "Jesus christ, wow," he said again, bewildered, "you are seriously retarded. Do you really not ******** see how what you said was shitty?" Old people sure were dumb. Especially this one.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:30 pm
Of course, once Lex got home and sat for a while he would realize why what he said was shitty, how it was problematic. He'd reevaluate everything he said, everything he did - probably realize for the fifth time that wee that he was in fact a condescending a*****e.
But this was the now, and he was pissed. Pissed off at Leslie, for being the avatar of every negative thing he'd ever been called on the island. Angry at himself for not handling the situation better. For not using those words he once crafted so cleverly, like spinning fine silks -- now he just fumbled with yarn like an angry, idiotic kitten.
Lex whispered, turning on his heel. This bullshit was over - if Leslie was going to be that way, then ******** it. ******** everything.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:46 pm
Leslie just shook his head. He was an a*****e, all the ******** time, and unaware at this moment, but a huge ******** hypocrite, too. But right now, he was baffled that Lex lacked basic social graces. Leslie was damaged but he wasn't stupid, and Lex was definitely the latter. He flipped Lex's back the bird and shook his head, going off to hunt for a different sort of stress relief.
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