Wolfeite became a dead weight and Centisima nearly followed him down before remembering to let go. He left the Negaverse Officer sprawled awkwardly again the shelf, limbs splayed and lifeless. And yet he almost expected him to get right back up again.
Centisima could feel his heart hammering in his ears, adrenalin still coursing through bright and strong, masking the pain of what would surely be some very big bruises tomorrow. His knuckles were scraped and he rubbed at them absently as he stared down at unconscious man. <********," he snapped out the word, filled with sudden red-hot malice, "you." Then he kicked Wolfeite’s defenseless body in the side. There would be no forgetting this scuffle later.
He left Wolfeite where he was in order to check on the cashier (still alive, bonus!), returned to Wolfeite to vindictively cover him in a bag of flour, helped himself to a bag of snacks and then finally called an ambulance. Not willing to linger any longer and risk his new Negabuddy waking up, he limped his way out into the night.
kuropeco
whoop, hope this is ok! I'm sure Wolfeite will enjoy their next meeting. XD we can end here or with Wolfeite waking, your call!
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